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I mentioned in a previous column that the Dawson City area had many beautifully created signs in its gold rush days, like the sign appearing in this column.
The fossil record suggests mountain goats immigrated to North America across the Bering land bridge from Eurasia sometime in the early Pleistocene epoch, or late Pliocene.
I have come to want my culture slow. I realized this while nearly twitching into an epileptic fit at the local cinema as I was flooded with cranked up sound, explosions, jump cuts, and flashing light, and this was a preview for a quiet, love story.
Although I’m interested mainly in people of the Yukon area, I’m interested also in people in the North in general. This photograph shows a beautiful Inuit woman and child from the Nome, Alaska, area.
Sometimes, it’s the what-if’s that make history interesting. It’s rather like the butterfly effect: a time traveller goes back in time to view events in the distant past, being careful not to disturb anything while on the journey...
In the summer of 1899, American botanist John Berry Tarleton spent months travelling from Skagway to Dawson. While late gold seekers sped past him, Tarleton poked along the banks of the Upper Yukon River, looking for plants. And he found his own kind of treasure.
Ah, the mosh pit. It is the very essence of what it means to be a young person in the post-modern age. It's where we go to escape the digital confines of the internet and reconnect with real people in a somewhat primal fashion.
An elder friend once told me how to change the world. I was in my mid 20s and just beginning to become politically active in pursuit of native rights. We were visiting and walking by the river that ran by her home.
There are few things I can say that I genuinely love. Oh sure, like all of us I can cite my life partner, my home, my son, my work, music, books, maybe even my age, but beyond that things get skimpy.
It's a scene that's all too familiar to most Yukoners: it's the middle of a cold, dark winter and suddenly you're plunged into a blackout.
Lawrence Millman is fascinated by fungi. And why not? They’re pretty amazing critters. OK – critters might not be quite the right description. However, appearances to the contrary, fungi aren’t plants.
If you're hiking above treeline in the Yukon, especially near a slope of tumbled boulders, keep an ear out for a high-pitched, repeated "eeeep" sound. That's the call of the collared pika.
Just the dredge stories about Joe Boyle, one of the Klondike kings, have filled many exciting books. Even William Ogilvie was involved with dredging, I think on the Stewart River.
As northerners, we often fixate on the types of development we lack in the North.
It is so seldom you phone at some ungodly hour that Pete was quite frightened for a moment, thinking thoughts of death and disaster; the kind of things that leap to mind when brought from a sound sleep by the sound of a telephone ringing.
Once upon a time, say 1,000 million years ago or so, the Earth's seas were probably reasonably safe places in which to drift, even if you were a microscopic, unicellular creature.
Today is Earth Day. This means it's the day most of us pretend to be concerned with the environment and, in the process, pollute a smidge less. Oh, and we wear green T-shirts to tell the world we truly care about the environment
This old photograph by William S. Hare shows the Hotel Galena of Keno, Yukon. Also shown, top right, is the actual old letterhead of the hotel. It is dated April 12, 1928...
Bernard H. (Casey) Moran had a nose for news -- be it real or completely fabricated. And for Moran, frontier towns, such as Dawson City during the Klondike Gold Rush was the perfect place to put his skills to good use.
Can a business work without the profit motive? As Adam Smith famously pointed out, "It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker, that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest.