In the summer of 2016, Henderson Productions and Poggio Amorelli B&B set off for a culinary and photographic journey through British Columbia, the Yukon Territory and Alaska. Stories of the Road is a series of snippets of that journey. Stay tuned over the coming months for additional stories of this and other journeys.
It’s clear I’m the early bird in our bunch and I make every effort to quietly get up in a creaky barge to sit and write with a throw over my lap or open the door – creeeeeeeek, squeeeeeeek, thump – and go out for a long sunrise walk as I’ve done the last couple of days.
I wrote and prepared some emails in the RV before the sun came up and then went for a long walk around the adjacent lake w camera in one hand and laptop on my shoulder. Mind you, this was in pajamas and sandals with a fleece on top and a comfy shall over my shoulders. And a hat – bed head doncha know, eh?
There was a heavy fog on Wye Lake – it’s fall weather here – which made for lovely photos and I took my time waiting for the sun to rise and flood in subtle colors through the haze. Super pretty. And quiet. Just me and one lone duck gliding across the sunrise reflection. Heard other critters waking up but just me and the duck and the click of the camera. Pretty nice. You can keep your morning yoga rituals. Waterfront at dawn can’t be beat for connecting to nature.
Back for a quick half hour on the internet and to pull up stakes to glide out of Watson Lake around 8:45. Some days we hit it early and some we don’t. It’s working so far.
The aspen are turning yellow in the higher elevations and we were headed to the Northern Continental Divide with the division being whether the rivers flow into the Bering Sea or the North Sea. The Yukon flows into the Bering Sea as it snakes its way through the Yukon Territory and Alaska. But others break from here and go up toward the North Pole and the Arctic through the Northwest Territory. And that’s NOT our itinerary!
But here in the northern Rockies, the mountains give us tectonic evidence of the forces that created them. And the fireweed alongside the roadways is turning purplish alongside the bright yellows of the aspen and a deep blue sky. People are not going to believe I haven’t done anything to adjust the color of photos. Gorgeous. We wind our way on roads you can see ahead of you curving and hugging the sides of unnamed mountains with rarely another vehicle in site and almost never something setting our pace in front of us.
A quick stop at the Divide for photos and we continue back with our rolling journey – up one pass, down another; through a fertile valley, into a dusty one; past a series of creeks w rapids and alongside a huge tributary. Lovely.