Yukon bush life

Heading in last fall, boat and truck loaded (London) It might be easier to plan an invasion of a small Central American country than get ourselves, the dog and everything we need onto our property before freeze up.  I’m good at planning. I’m a future focussed person. The past is dead to me (sorry, old friends), I don’t have time to notice the present and I’m usually racing through the future at full tilt like a teenage lout on a stolen moped. On my way back to Canada, pocket full of stolen phones That means I’m good at planning but less good at relaxing. Neil arrived home from working in Cumbria last Friday to find me hysterical. “I can’t find the list of parts we need for the snow machine! They won’t deliver hide-tanning crystals to Dawson! We must order a box of handwarmers!” It was a balmy summer's evening in South London. He slowly lowered his suitcase and looked around our little council flat, as if to check there was no dead moose that needed imm...

(London) At last we have news from Homer, our beloved pet husky! Here he is, looking mighty fine, in the yard of Brian Wilmshurst’s B-Line racing Kennels, just outside Dawson City. He’s howling because he misses us so much, poor dear. Actually, no. Quote, Brian “Homer is great! He fits in well with the rest of the crew. His neighbor, George and him are buds and wrestle frequently. He says he hates you and never wants to see you English pricks again.” Well, not the last bit, but I feel like a parent who collects their child at the school gates for the first time and is delighted to hear they didn’t cry and made new friends but quietly devastated they didn’t miss their doting parent. Or even notice their absence. Shopping at Walmart, Whitehorse, with rental car In a few weeks, we’ll be hauling 12 x 16kg sacks of dog food in and out of shopping carts, trucks and boats to keep our precious husky fed over the winter. That’s almost a quarter tonne of the stuff. Seems like...