Yukon bush life

The river broke up on May 9 th . After weeks of watching and waiting it tried to sneak out on us when we were in bed.  The day before, crazy caribou out for a stroll, deep channels of water at the side Luckily Neil’s bladder isn’t all that and he had to get up at 4am for a pee. “The river’s breaking up!” he shouted as he ran back in. You know when you’d just rather be asleep? “Oh for heaven’s sake,” I said putting on my wellies and grabbing the camera. We have 24 hour daylight now, as far as I can tell, so at least we were able to see it and film it. All the drama at 4am, icebergs breaking apart Here’s a very exciting compilation from the moment Neil ran back out the door into the yard, to later the next day when there must have been a jam upriver and it cleared for a bit. There is some foul mouthed and inarticulate 4am commentary from us to enjoy too (“Wow! Look!” etc) Perhaps because break up happened late in the year and the ice was b...

It’s hard to find ways to celebrate special occasions in the bush. You can’t go for a meal or buy some cheap prosecco and get shit faced. It was our wedding anniversary on Saturday. Creek causing big puddles at the river's edge We’d saved 4 cans of beer but what else to do? The best we came up with was finishing the scribed log kennel we are making for our dog. It didn’t promise to be very romantic but suddenly, between the chainsawing and the swearing, a wolf howled from across the valley. Making notches in logs for our ungrateful dog After each howl an echo rang from the hills and hung in the air. He was joined by his friend from the bottom of our ramp, and another on the creek behind us. They were so damn close, we ran over to try to record them, but as soon as I turned the Go-Pro on, they’d stop. It was like playing grandmother’s footsteps. Every time I turned it off and walked back to work, they’d howl, we’d dash back and the...