Ogilvie Island

I had discovered a new way to pan for gold. Fill the pan with gravel, take out the larger stones and then save the finer gravels for more careful panning whilst we were rafted up. It meant that I could pan more gravel nut two majoe drawbacks. The first was that i was missing the scenery and the second was that had I found a mother lode, it would have been way up stream by the time I get to the bottom of the pan.

Panning on the boat though meant I had more time to relax on shore. Admittedly not an elegant photo.

That afternoon we were stopped by the conservation police and interrogated but in a friendly fashion and had our papers checked by Mark and Molly....Nolly is the dog if you are uncertain who is who.

We stopped off at Ogilvie Island which is almost connected to the bank by a huge log jam. Ogilvie Island was home to a farm and there are some buildings still standing and one of the fields is still clear of trees although the forest is encroaching on what is left of the fields.

You know you are a Yukoner when...

...you kitchen doubles as an abattoir several times a year for moose meat

...you have forgotten how to use a razor

...you always clean the barbeque after every use so as not to attract bears