Driving in the Yukon was extraordinary. Shitty roads, but some of the most beautiful sights you can imagine. Check it out.
This post one of the segments of the journey driving from Alaska to Southern California.
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Pulled off to take a rest and experience this lake at Desolation Bay, Canada. There was no sound, no wind, no road noise, no birds to make a sound. It was so quiet here I heard this thump, thump, thump and realized it was the sound of my own blood pumping through my ears. I stayed until the wind picked up and the birds started in and a dog across the lake had to let me know he was there.
The universal sign for: You and your car are about to go airborne.
These are the frost heaves. They look gentle in this photo, but many of them were like speed bumps in a parking lot. I had to keep a vigilant eye on the road to see them in advance. A couple of times my car and I went airborne. My car didn’t like it but it did great.
As soon as you crossed the border from Alaska into the Yukon, the roads went to Hell in a hand basket. Pot holes, chuck holes, deep grooves, gravel, dirt, it was some serious driving.
Enter the Yukon Territory in Canada.
