and once we get there, the wife and I will immediately head back
“We have to be back in Vegas by June
21 because the wife got us tickets to a Marie and Donnie Osmond
“You’ll miss the solstice. That’s
the best time of the year to be in Fairbanks,” I said.
Pete joined us, and I told him what the man
had just told me.
I’d like to spend some time there,”
the man said.
“Well,” I said, “You could
get a round trip ticket to Vegas. That way, you could enjoy both
Pete, seeing the look of indecisiveness on
the man’s face added, “Well, you have a choice. So ask
yourself: What would Donnie and Marie do?”
We stopped at Liard with the intention of
taking a quick soak in the hot springs. We spent considerable time
talking with a horse transporter, who was taking four horses north.
Our conversation reminded me that likes attract. If we were traveling
by bicycle, we’d strike up a discussion with others of our
supposed kind. Why is this?
Anyhow, this fellow told us a story about
how a horse of his once chased a cougar out of his camping area,
and said that after, he put the horse on his Christmas list. I later
said to Pete that this was a phrase that for sure was going to stick
with us. At least it was my hope that our horses would do right
by us if any wild animals wandered into our campsite.
My fears about finding a place to camp were
again unfounded. Once again, we began our search at 4 p.m. The counter
clerk at the Liard River Lodge told us there was a fellow down the
road who boarded transport horses. Moments later, we knocked on
the door of an old, seemingly deserted cabin. A man appeared at
the door and said that yes, he put up horses. Wide-eyed, wrinkled,
missing some teeth, he appeared to be the quintessential Yukon homesteader.
We paid him $20.00, and released Raudi and
Siggi into a large fenced-in area with some grass that we supplemented
with hay. The two raced around, jumping over piles of logs, and
checking out the environs, some of which included an old shed and
a second, smaller fenced-in area.
The place was close to the highway, but between
it and the road was a berm that was littered with piles of bison
shit. The bison were farther up-road—we saw them hanging out
by the roadside, in groups of one, two, and three, and then we saw
an entire herd. It had appeared as though the area between the spruce
forest and the road had been clear cut just for them.