The Teslin River

Emma standing on the wreck of the S.S. Klondike I

- Post by Emma Dobson

Looking out over the Wheaton River

Olivier and I spent most of our summer working as Outdoor Facilitators for Rivers to Ridges, providing outdoor camp programs to kids in Whitehorse. We devoted many of our weekends to adventures around the southern Yukon, heading out whitewater kayaking, hiking, and camping. One of our favourite spots to explore has been down Annie Lake Road, about an hour drive south of Whitehorse. It is home to the picturesque Wheaton River, a continuous class 2 river that winds through an open mountain valley. The mountains on either side of the river provide limitless hiking possibilities.

After some shorter weekend adventures, we decided to head out on a canoe trip on the Teslin River from Johnson’s Crossing to Carmacks. Since the route has no portaging, we loaded up our canoe with as many luxuries as we could. Our lavish items included a folding table and two chairs, a dry bag of books, a propane tank and two-burner stove, a cooler full of cheese and beer, and bags of chips tucked into the remaining cracks.

The 370km trip begins on the Teslin River and flows into the Yukon River, passing through the traditional territories of the Teslin Tlingit, Kwanlin Dün, Ta'an Kwäch'än, and Little Salmon/Carmacks First Nations. The rivers flow at varying speeds (we recorded 12km/hour floating speed on the Yukon!), and a few sections have small rapids. We didn’t see a single soul until we reached the confluence with the Yukon River, at which point we came across a few small groups.

 Days were spent paddling, floating with snacks, watching for wildlife, and checking out relics of mining history in and along the river. Some highlights included the ship yard island in Hootalinqua, and standing on the hull of the SS Klondike in the middle of the river. We put in some long days, paddling almost 100km on our second last day. The first three evenings were spent battling mosquitos and diving for the tent as soon as dinner was done. We managed to find some more exposed campsites in the second half of our trip, allowing for some relaxing time by the fire.

Although we did not see as much wildlife as we had hoped, there were some unique sightings, including a group of eagles feasting on a dead moose in the river, a swimming lynx, and a moose with two calves. Another exciting event was seeing a large tree fall naturally, something neither of us had experienced before. In the end, it was a great trip that we hope to do again someday!

 

We’d like to thank our incredible friends Dan, Evan (and Moose) for making this trip possible. Another shout out to our sponsor, Sea to Sky Expeditions for hooking us up with the canoe and other necessary gear!

The Crash

I crashed….

I got a little too excited after getting my mountain bike in May.  Once you start flying down a hill and jumping around, the fun factor is too addicting to think about slowing down.  Unfortunately, the inevitable happened.  To try to give reason to this unreasonable incident, here’s a little background.

I used to be mega into bikes, like super mega head deep into bikes.  In high school, I was rocking a ponytail, ripping wheelies, working in a bike shop, and learning everything I could about bikes.  There was time when I could see any mountain bike from 100m away and tell you the make, model, part specs and year.  I was also pretty good at riding (if I may say so myself).  After 3 years of freeriding and urban hucking, I switched to the specialized sport of bike trials and learnt the art of hopping around on the back wheel while jumping on and over everything.

The glory days, circa 2006

After high school, I left home in Victoria to go study music in Toronto and my bike was left sitting in my parent’s basement gathering dust.  After a few years, I could no longer bare the sight of my underused riding machine and reluctantly sold her to another rider.  Ironically, one of the big reasons why I sold my bike was because I was worried about getting hurt (hahaha….).

Fast forward 12 years and it’s spring in Whitehorse.  Everyone around me can’t stop talking about how sweet the mountain biking is so I buy into the hype get myself a sporty looking hardtail.  I start riding again and within days it feels like I’m right back to where I was in my teens.  I’m learning all my old tricks again and I start riding with more confidence.  I was effortlessly going off dirt jumps and big drops and riding harder than ever before. I felt invincible and 14 years old again!

Well, I’m sure everyone knows where this is going.

I made a mistake and bit off more than I could chew.  I tried dropping off the first big feature on the Gnar Wall trail going way too slow and landed myself into an ambulance with a separated shoulder and some banged up ribs.

The worst part was that it was early June and I had now written off most of my summer.  I ended up having two painful months of recovery with little ability to use my arm and ribs that hurt too much to play trumpet.  Luckily, my bike was fine and most importantly nothing else was injured.  I made  good rehab progress and by August I was able to go on a few paddling and backpacking trips.  Just a few days ago I even started biking and climbing again!

The ending of this story is that I now have a massive and permanent deformity on my left shoulder and some broken ideas about mountain biking.  It’s hard to get stoked about a sport when it feels like it robbed you of a summer. Being unable to play trumpet, rock climb or hike was not a trade off I would have ever made.  We’ll have to wait and see if this winter makes me forget enough to start sending it again ;-).

21 hours of light

What a weird year.  What a totally messed up, bizarre, insane year…..

I’m starting my 8th month in Whitehorse and I’m pleased to report I’m still loving it.  At the time of this blog post, last light is just after 1am, and first light is just before 3am.  It’s crazy!  It’s nice to have such amazing, golden light for most of the day.  It helps wash down the challenging ups and downs of this b***s**t year.

Danny Mac-hack-skill here

The Ups

• I’m getting to explore more and more of the surroundings and it’s mind blowing.  The wilderness that lies just a 5 minute walk from our apartment is staggering.  Massive mountains, epic wildlife, and endless adventure opportunities.

• I BOUGHT A FREAKING MOUNTAIN BIKE!  The 15 year old mountain bike dirtbag in me is re-emerging!

• The rock climbing is also amazing.  I was really worried that leaving the world famous climbing town of Squamish would leave me missing the rock from down south.  The opposite couldn’t me more true.  There’s stellar granite and limestone galore, multiple crags within minutes of town, and NO CROWDS.  Suck it Squamish.

• I went rally driving on a frozen river with Janet. One of the many services of Dawson City.

The Downs

• What the hell world?!?!  Like everyone else on the planet, my plans have been severely upended by ye old apocalypse.  Unfortunately, the guiding and outdoor ed industry has been hit hard and it’s going to be a while until I can get back to work as a hiking guide.  The flip side is that I’ll have one of my first summers almost totally free!  I’m looking forward to being able to adventure lots with Emma!

• I’ve been stymied since mid February by a goddamn wrist injury.  I sprained my scapholunate ligament in the left wrist and it’s been a challenging recovery ever since.  However, it looks like I’ll be back to full strength by mid summer :-).

• Murder Hornets - my new phobia.

• Murder Cops - Will the systemic racism in our police forces ever end?  It’s been so hard to watch the footage that’s been circulating over the past week of all the riots….  It’s made me think about the problems here in Canada; our police shootings, our starlight tours, and how we pretend we’re somehow better up north….

PS Check out The Coastal Trail Collective’s site. We recently added a ton of content, included a resources page with everything you need to get out and about!