I woke to thick, murky, grey, smoke; Teslin Lake barely visible, the mountains vanished, hazy orange pink light filtered through smoke. I set off down the Alaska Highway again with a wet rag over my nose and mouth. Soon I pass a cultural centre and stop to check it out. Impressive totem carvings watch over [...]
Also tagged canada, fires, first nationI can’t remember now where I camped the day I left Whitehorse – it made no impression on my and I didn’t record it in any way. It has gone completely.
However, the next morning, as I am riding on my way, I pull into an dubious RV camp at Johnson’s Crossing because of the bakery [...]