South > Dispatch #3
Dispatch #3, Wednesday, May 4: Bayshore
Motel campsite (Kluane Lake), YT to Johnson Crossing, YT: Under the Bridge
a place to camp was fairly difficult. The area landscape consists
of numerous spruce trees and few, if any, pull-off areas. There were
no corrals or horse hotels in sight. At about 5 p.m. Pete turned left,
onto the South Canal Road and then immediately onto a side road. We
stopped, got out of the truck, and walked down it, our fear being
that if it dead ended, that we wouldn’t be able to turn around.
Pete finally decided to go back to the truck and trailer, and I kept
going. An older couple stopped and suggested that we could camp on
the far side of the river, under the bridge we’d just crossed.
They gave me a lift back to Pete, and we proposed this plan to him.
only available campsite was a brushy area by the side of the river.
I was dubious, but Pete, with great confidence, said that it would
do. He set up the portable fence, and we put the horses in the makeshift
corral. The bridge traffic didn’t seem to bother Raudi and
Siggi, rather, they were more attuned to the sounds of ducks flying
The horses kept their distance from the Electrobraid
wire. I later told Pete that if we can camp in a place like this,
we can camp anywhere.
We’re born young
In the middle
straddle birth and death.
The bridge we venture out on
sways. To peer over the edge
Is to see life
for what it is—
Not water, ice, sweepers rock, silt, or gravel, but
all of the above.