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To: Stephen O who wrote (12418)6/14/2003 9:13:35 AM
From: E. Charters  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 39344
 
The Jukearm and Aleyeesquia are all about vistas of wild mountain paradise where bears mate with sheep and goats, Kodial marmots gambol all day, and gold falls into your pan like raindrops on a summer day. The wilderness is unparalleled. This is largely because it is a Reimann Geometry, which does not allow parallel lines. Tall mountain peaks are like sugarloafs and summer days are cool aired, but the sun is a fine heat lamp. Despite the tales of hardship of the Klondykiers, the bush there is easy to walk in. Running shoes are all you need, as most places the ground is easy, not like BC Coast, or the Rockies. The thing that made it hard to the old timers was they had to haul overland all their gear of about two tons per man. This meant travelling each mile of pack trail pulling a sled or packing perhaps 80 times. It was at least 40 miles per ton, half of that loaded, to backpack the passes, and sledge made it only slightly better on level ground at perhaps 24 miles per ton. 60,000 men had slogged the trails so they were some muddy and rough. Packhorses died from the exhausting labour.

We offer a once in a lifetime vacation as a sourdough packhorse to relive the glory days of yesteryear. We will lash your back as you haul 100 pound loads up steep mountain passes and push you into slush and pour cold water over you in the dead of winter, just so you can know what it is really like. When you get there you can dig 40 feet down into drozen ground and pull out your pitiful paystreak to see if you can payback your trip. For an authentic experience at the end, we will declare you bankrupt, catch you stealing flour in town and banish you to walk to the coast across Alaska in the dead of winter.

There is nothing like being there and recapturing the glory and excitement of yesteryear the way it really was. For those who don't make it, we have ready wooden crosses to bury you at the trailside, (only 2 feet down, its permafrost..) with the words, Bill, Cheechako, Didn't Make it. Too Bad. Let that be a Lesson.

EC<:-}



To: Stephen O who wrote (12418)6/15/2003 1:12:54 AM
From: Bill/WA  Respond to of 39344
 
Stephen,

I used Whitehorse, YK as a hub, and from there made many trips to Dawson up to & out on Clinton Rd just before the AK border, through Carmacks (which is pretty neat if you get off road). Also, Whitehorse down to Atlin and Whitehorse down to Haines, AK.

EC can tell you of numerous other places and their history.

Bill/WA