There are strange things done in the midnight sun...

Summer Solstice. A night never to be forgotten once having experienced the true meaning of the 'longest day of the year'. Hundreds of people flock to the top of the local mountain, known to all as the 'Dome', as it soars above Dawson and it's gentle descent seems to wrap itself perfectly around the quiet town below. The view from the top is a 360 degree window to the world, snow-capped mountains in the distance partnered by never-ending green wilderness from the immediate foreground to as far as the eye can see, the sole visible interruption would be the mighty Yukon River dividing the for-mentioned between East and West.

'Midnight'

I feel as though we were always warned never to stare at the sun, however it becomes difficult to look away when the sun is painting magnificent hues of pinks purples and blues across the midnight sky while hovering above the far-off mountains only to dip behind said mountains and turn around and come back up again.

12:47 am; check it.
12:53 am; dazed and amazed.

Now i'll clarify as we too were told that 15 minutes was all it took. I'm not sure how you judge what is sunset and sunrise but it did take a few hours before we could physically see the shape of the sun, in all its glory, come back up again. The beautiful sky on the other hand was consistantly changing and I suppose, though we couldn't see it, the sun was the master behind all the beauty.

1:03 am; max makes music.

Now I know we've all seen a sunset and or sunrise before, but it was the sheer glee that every single person sitting atop the mountain shared. Never in my life have I experienced such positive energy circulating through such a large crowd. Smiles were abundant, hugs were being dished out like day-old bread, and kind words we're spread in what seemed like an old fashioned game of 'pass-it-on'.

12:50 am; happy.

12:51 am; happier!

The tales of the eve are plentiful, and as we load images in attempt to match what's written it is obvious that these photos speak much louder than words. So instead of rambling on about how 'cool' summer solstice in the north has been we'll let you use your imagination while skimming through the rest of these pictures. Book your flights now for next year!

12:50 am; people pod

1:12 am; life is beautiful!
1:31 am; a little bernie on the banjo
2:47am; Hey Don!
2:54 am; claire!
2:56 am; too many wine bottles on Levan, a little spillage.
3:28 am; hangin'.
3:30am; 'Here Comes the Sun'
3:32 am; Stephen
4:25 am; friends.
4:41 am; still smiling.
5:06am; loving.

6:06 am; homeward bound.

Miss you all! Thanks for following our adventure. Without you, what in the heck would we be doing with all of our free time?

Next stop: Chicken, Alaska.
Ari-va-der-che-ba-by.

Arctic Waters. No problem.

In an extraordinary moment of spontaneity we pulled together a few friends and under the midnight sun drove ourselves a few hours north to the magical land of Tombstone Territorial Park; coincidentally surrounding ourselves by the 'Ogilvie' Mountain range.
We drove through some extremely mystical fog, having not the faintest of idea of what lay beyond. Dodging pot hole after pot hole down the infamous Dempster Highway, the only highway leading to the northern most parts of the Yukon. Oh ya, did I mention the highway is barely 2 lanes and made out of dirt.

The mosquitos were REALLY bad.

Don's reaction to my 'bug jacket'.

Now for the good stuff, come morning (?) we pull ourselves together and scan the horizon for the perfect mountain to tackle, we ponder as there are dozens to choose from. However the one straight south of our campsite and across the Klondike River seemed most appealing to all.

Off we go! Trail? Who said anything about following a trail?

Neil and Dana; Moments of Deliberation.

Scaling the river bank, searching for the perfect place to cross, with sub-zero temperatures and an extreme current we had to choose our course... wisely?! So, as wise as we are, off come the shoes and onwards. You know those ice coolers at the LCBO? Have you ever held your hand in there for ...fun? Well times that by 5zillion and you'll understand the temperatures our little toes were facing.

'Here goes nothing. Is that snow?? SNOW??? What day is it again? June___?'


Now, for the longest portion of the river...

Jan and Lauren. Bare feet n' all!

After losing all feeling in our feet we made it to the base of 'our mountain'. Now for the terrain, imagine climbing straight up hill on a trampoline, or even better, a water bed.

"Who had the Peanut Butter, Jam, Cheese, Hot Sauce and Nutella?" Yummy! Condiment Sandwiches. I know you're all salvating right now!

Beautiful Scenery

'Ok we're just about high enough'. See Don???

From left: Lilly and Buks.
Showing off their incredible mountain climbing skills, running circles around us.

Don and the Mountains

Dr. Seuss?

And, for the last lag of the journey home look what incredible wonder decided to show it's face.
Guess what time it is? Free love to the person with the closest guess!


Now remember how we crossed the river...well believe it or not we had to cross back. However now we felt invincible to the elements for having conquered not only the river but the mountain too, we figured we'd head straight for the campsite, and not back towards the lengthy yet shallow part of the river. Now we don't have this portion of the hike documented as we found ourselves at the edge of the narrows with campsites in clear site on the opposite side. The only problem was the glacial water rushing past us in between. What to do? No problem, linking arms, we shuffled ourselves through waist deep arctic waters all the while Buks sat calmly cradled in Don's arms. What a site we must've been stumbling up onto the campsites of those RV-ing types.
Home sweet home. Weiners and beans for all!

Stay Tuned!
ps. we have a flat tire.

"We wear our sunglasses at night"

Dawson City, our destination and home for the last 2 weeks. How to describe this place?

Let's see, as i'm walking down the dirt roads watching leash-less dogs chase each other and ravens pick the boardwalks clean of scraps i feel that i should be packing a pair of six shooters on my hip just in case some lousy pilgrim wants to start something at the saloon. It's like being in an old western film, or at least on set during the filming of one but all the lousy pilgrims are friendly faces saying hi and the saloon is, well, a saloon. We have been living quite literally 'in our van, down by the river', just a five minute ferry ride away from town. There is a beautiful camp ground there where we've managed to strike a deal to work for our stay, at least for the time being; our challenge to live rent free for the summer is on track!
The tourist season has definitely started in these parts and it makes for an interesting mix of daily events, just the other day we watched as a shining clean coach bus pack full of German's and telephoto lens' loaded off the ferry next to an old beat up pick-up with an anxious pack of six sled dogs in the back. Speaking of sled dogs it's our pleasure to announce that we are the proud new caretakers of a little black Alaskan Husky named Bukowski (like the author) or "Buks" for short. He adores Lauren and runs away on Don but we're working on that. Our days are starting to fill up with work shifts here and there, between the two of us we're life-guarding, nannying, truck unloading, house-keeping and camp site cleaning. All that keeps us busy when we're not dog walking, campfire cooking, dog chasing, socializing with sweet new friends, lost dog finding and soaking up the suns rays 22 hour a day. From Left: Jan, Dana, Jess, Claire, Rachel, Lauren (small portion of Dawson's Montreal Community).

Introducing Dan Smeby! Our resident soil sampler!

The Eldorado Hotel: Where Lauren plays Maid

Just another sidewalk, that makes for a little extra bounce in every step.

Local watering hole: Our friends who live 'Upstairs'. Spend many-a- day people watching from their windows. From Left: Rachel, Madeline, and Celyn

Lastly these days most popular activity. Finding broken bikes at the 'free store' then fixing them enough to ride around town. From Left: Celyn, and Rachel.

Not afraid to say, we definitely wear our sunglasses at night. We'll be sure to continue to keep you up to date on any adventures, or at least mildly entertained with more silly videos as the days go.

Thanks for reading. Until next time.