Today we are leaving Watson Lake and with that, Yukon. We love this tiny bare bones town because one of our best travel stories comes from the time we hitchhiked through here 2 years ago. .
When we came through Watson Lake that last time, we met a Mrs. MacDonald (first name hidden for privacy purposes). She was one of the many kind hearted people we had come across in our impromptu hitchhiking journey. She told us that her grandfather was the first white man to settle in this town. And "as white people tend to do" he named this town after himself. Mr. Frank Watson was lured to Yukon during the gold rush. While he was passing through the area, he met Adela, fell in love, and decided to settle down in this town. Even today, Alaska Highway runs straight through town and the streets on either sides of it are called Frank and Adela Trail. .
P.S. To any history buffs out there, I am just relaying the story I heard. Please don't shoot the messenger if any of this is inaccurate.
P.P.S. This picture is from Kluane National Park. .
Okay I'll stop..
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They say starlight is precious and pure, and full of memory. This shot captures that grandeur. Wonderful work.
Eran los últimos caribús que veíamos en el territorio del Yukon justo antes de cruzar la frontera con Alaska. Cruzaban a sus anchas sin papeles, cuando querían y sin ni siquiera levantar la cabeza... creo que este era el único detalle en ese instante que nos diferenciaba al uno del otro, por lo demás éramos igual de salvajes.