*** I’m working on a new dinosaurs and adventure website with a friend.
This is something I will be posting on there in the coming weeks. Anywho, this is a bit of what I experience in the Yukon. Check it out, tell me what you think. ***
Waking up in my tent in the Tombstone Mountain Range on August 31st 2013, I came to a realization; I was further away from anywhere than I had ever been. I’ve taken many adventures, slept in Death Valley, explored the Valley of Fire, found dinosaur bones at the bottom of canyons across Alberta, amongst many other things. But, for one single moment I knew that this adventure was my best yet. The Yukon.
Our camp in the Tombstones.
How did I find myself there? A friend of mine, Clare Brown, suggested in June 2013 that we take the opportunity and use her flight passes to go to Whitehorse, YT. From there we would try and drive up as far north as possible. At one point during the planning phase we thought we could make it up to Tuktoyaktuk on the Arctic Coast. After some discussion we chose where we would go, the Tombstone Territorial Park, close to a seven-hour drive north of Whitehorse, and up the famous Dempster Highway. People have called it the “Patagonia of Canada”, it turned out to be a great learning experience.
Whitehorse from the Air.
On August 28th we set out from Whitehorse around 4pm and began the drive to the Park,. Our group consisted of six people: Jesse Winters, Ainslie Cruickshank, Luke DeCoste, Stephanie Webb, Clare Brown, and myself. Having a radio between the vehicles let us tell jokes, sing songs, and generally keep entertained, though, I was starring out the window for most of the trip. Mountains dot the side of the road, the further north you venture, the shorter and less consistent the tree cover becomes.
As the light disappeared we finally turned on the Dempster highway and headed north. After 360 km of paved highways we found ourselves on the gravel, and constant rocking of an inconsistent road. Some of the others in the car had been up this way before and assured me that mountains and trees surrounded us. None of which I could see. We made a speedy camp that night in a parking lot near what we hoped would be the interpretation centre of the Territorial Park.
The view from the Interpretive Centre in Tombstone Territorial Park
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This is my first post in months, please bear with me as I shake off the cob webs!
**All Rights of the Photos are Reserved to Ramon Nagesan