The Yukon in a Weekend

Looking into more information on the Canol, I found this account of an alien abduction –alien abduction… damn, I must have gotten lucky.

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Explore the Yukon in a weekend? Believe it or not, this was one of my better ideas.
Here’s the plan: (1) catch the ferry on Friday, (2) jump ship in Skagway, (3) explore the Canol pipeline road, and (4) get back to Juneau in time for work on Monday. No problem…sort of!

I left Juneau in a rush on Friday night and I thought I’d grab food in Canada. I got to Carcross at 8 am and find that all they have that doesn’t require cooking is Pilot Bread, sardines, vienna sausage, and canned ham. No problem, I’ll just get better food in the next town.

Allright, so no food in Tagish…maybe I’ll get some at Jakes Corner.

No decent food at Jakes Corners, so I got some gas and headed up the Canol.

No services, bullet holes, warning!!! This is my type of place! 226 km should be no problem with my nice 5 gal tank. Just hope there is actually an OPEN gas station at the end of that 226 km.

This road was really nice. Just like Nome Creek if the road kept going up the valley. I left my fly rod back in Juneau since I wasn’t going to get a Canadian license. There were so many beautiful rivers and lakes on this road, I was really beating myself up for not at least bringing line and hook, Canadian Mounted Police be damned.

This was a cool little cabin right above the river. The name of the cabin was “Toad Hall”, a reference to Wind in the Willows. I had to get a picture of this since mom used to read that one to my brother and me growing up.

This is the view from the cabin. This place looks like Montana, I can’t believe that I’m just a couple hundred miles from the South East. I’m just happy it’s warm and DRY.

The 226 km took me almost 5 hours, even though I averaged around 40 mph. That’s how much I stopped. I had to stop at every lake and creek and take it in, the weather being as close to perfect as it gets. I was happy to make it to Ross River, mostly because I needed gas. Plus, judging by the sign and the old military truck, this place had potential.

Here it is, the gas station. Guess what, it was closed. No “pay at the pump” here. I figured that I’d just setup camp here and get gas tomorrow.

But wait, tomorrow is Sunday. If this guy isn’t open Saturday afternoon, what’s the chance he’ll be open Sunday morning? Ross River started looking more like a ghost town the more I thought about. The color just kind of ran out of the place.
l pulled out my map to check out my options…looks like another town 70 km up the road…great! So I drive to the town of Faro, which happens to be 10 km off the road. This was my last chance for gas, since I didn’t think I had to enough to get back to Ross River. So I roll into the gas station and guess what? It was closed Saturday evening and all Sunday. Great, so I ask this guy what the deal was and he said that the guy who owns the store won’t open it just for me to fill my tank. Fine, “how far is it to the next town with gas?” I ask. “121 miles” he says….hard to make that kind of mileage on reserve.

So while I was crusing neighborhoods and boat docks for gas to steal, I found this sign. I nearly went over the handle bars! Who on earth would name their farm “Mount My Sheep”(sic)? Pure Canada. Maybe they’re just a bunch of innocents…or maybe not. At anyrate, I didn’t want to stick around to find out what was really going on, god forbid they had a “petting zoo”.

I didn’t find any unguarded fuel, so here’s a trick to get you a couple more miles down the road. Drain the gas to the side that drains to the carburetor.

I found a decent camping spot eventhough it was right on the road and slept for 11 hours. Got up early enough to be back in Ross River by 8 am.

Who would have thought, the gas station was still closed, but luckily they opened at 9 am. I played with some dogs and met some nice people. REAL nice people. In fact it’s the first town that I was offered sex while waiting at the gas station. Gee, these Canadains sure are nice folk.

Thad – If you ever had a chance, Ross River is it.

Mmmmm….more Pilot bread and canned mystery meat. If you haven’t experienced Pilot bread, I think it’s made by taking 13,000 saltine crackers and applying lots of pressure. Once all the saltines have taken on the form of one gigantic saltine, it is baked to make sure no moisture is left. Actually, they taste pretty good and I found them ideal for my lifestyle. I fell asleep while eating one for dinner and woke up with it still in one piece – not sure how many times I rolled over it. Needless to say, breakfast didn’t take much preparation that morning.

I checked out a couple cool towns on the way back, Carmacks and Whitehorse. Carmacks had homemade signs all over warning drug dealers that they don’t tolerate crack, should have gotten some pictures. Whitehorse looks really fun, but didn’t spend much time there. I’d like to go back with a mountain bike one of these days. On the way back to catch the ferry, I came across many nice lakes. Emerald lake was one. The calcium carbonate makes it look Caribbean-like.


Then I took another nap in the “worlds smallest desert”. I walked around for a while, but had to ride the dunes. I know, I know, but it was asking for it. It was all warm, and dry, and there was a trail that lead right into the thick of it. The trick to riding in sand is to keep accelerating and put your weight back. Of course thats fine and dandy, until your going 40 mph and still got a ways to go until you’re at the bottom of the hill. Fun!!

I had five or six hours to blow before the ferry left, so I went over to Dyea. I met some nice New Zealanders who were trying to fish for salmon with dry fly (parachute gnat). That was pretty funny and I picked out a better fly for them to use. They were in this cool van that ran on both propane and gasoline.

So Monday morning I got back into Juneau and headed to work a little late. So I’m still convinced that a motorcycle is the best way to explore the countryside. Great gas mileage (over 50 mpg), great view, and exposure should make motorcycling the very first thing you do when you get to a new area. That way you can scope out the best spots and check them out further by foot. Just my two cents.

9 thoughts on “The Yukon in a Weekend”

  1. The Yukon is awesome. I cannot imagine why my parents never took me to that wonderful looking little petting zoo….
    The photos are beautiful.

  2. That’s awesome dude. Sounds like a sweet trip. I love that area but I need to get back over for a refresh on it. Carmacks is such a trip but sounds like there are other awesome places, too.

  3. The Yukon IS awesome. My perception was probably swayed by the awesome weather, but it was just a cool place. The homemade anti-drug dealer signs in Carmacks was a trip. They were all over, not sure if they really had a drug problem or if they were just making sure that any dealers rolling down the highway didn’t just stop for a visit. My favorite was Ross River, it comes across as being a lawless old west town. You should check it out. Let me know if you do.

    By the way, does anyone want to hike the Chilkoot trail? Looks very fun.

  4. Dude that kicks ass!
    I’m getting an enduro and meeting you for a trip next year. Can I borrow some bike money?

  5. Oh Bob, Liebermann can’t figure out how to setup a blog. I tried to talk him through it for probably 5 hours, but he just couldn’t get it. You should offer to lend him a hand. Just watch out, he loves to leave spam, I mean comments. I may have to block him : ).

  6. Yeah, sign me up for the Chilkoot. I was leaning towards doing it next summer though. It is awesome. Did it as a kid and that was pretty fun.
    One of my favorites from that trip:

    Those drug dealing signs sound rad, too. They’re so nutty over there. To bad you didn’t hang out in Whitehorse for a while. There’s a Dairy Queen there. Perhaps northernmost in the world, I’m not sure.

  7. Ok Bob, got you signed up. Nice picture, reminds me of when I camped out in a virgin longleaf pine forest and burned virgin timber. It was dead already, but I felt a little guilty. That was in LA (aka lower Alabama).

  8. Like that little bike. I just listed my ’73 Honda on Craigslist.
    Going to try to pick up a V-Strom and put some more dirt-worthy tires on it next summer.
    Right now I’m getting geared up for the snowmobile season.

    I love the Yukon too, that and a lot of BC. If I didn’t live in Alaska I’d consider trying to move to Canada, eh.