Griff
Master Chef
This is the fourteenth year my wife and I have done a road trip from Anchorage to Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, Canada. It's a long one day drive or an easy two day drive. The outfitter in Whitehorse has cabins on 7 or 8 different lakes. Each lake has one cabin on it. You get dropped off by float plane and picked up one week later. So your party gets a lake in the north woods to yourself for a week. The cabin has a wood stove, a three burner propane hot plate, a propane refer with a small freezer that makes ice for cocktails, and a gasser on the porch. Oh yeah, there's a dock with boats, motors, and gas. Here's some pics from this year's trip. These lakes are so clean that all our drinking water comes from straight from the lake. When you're fishing, you can scoop a cup of drinking water right out of the lake, if you're out of Canadian beer.
Loadin up the plane on the dock on the Yukon river in Whitehorse.
Our lake, Ken Lake, from the air as seen flying in. It's 80 air miles north of Whitehorse.
Here's what our cabin looked like.
Notice the nails pointy end out to keep the bears from breaking in. They like to pull the walls apart at the corners or bottom.
Griff at the helm. As you can see, trolling for lake trout is a tough job.
Mrs. G landing a small laker.
This trout is soon to be dinner. At these lakes, you don't keep a fish until right before dinner time.
Mrs. G working on dinner.
A different fish about to become dinner. We had fried lake trout, fresh out of the lake, three nights.
Same fish.
Finally, a food pic -- fried lake trout. The beer is Yukon Gold, brewed in Whitehorse. It's hard to read the words across the top of the can, but it says "beer worth feeezing for".
Some more fish pics.
A view of about a tenth of the lake from a hill behind the cabin.
You know when the nearest person is 80 miles away, you can make all the noise you want -- doing what ever you want. That might explain the smiles.
Loadin up the plane on the dock on the Yukon river in Whitehorse.
Our lake, Ken Lake, from the air as seen flying in. It's 80 air miles north of Whitehorse.
Here's what our cabin looked like.
Notice the nails pointy end out to keep the bears from breaking in. They like to pull the walls apart at the corners or bottom.
Griff at the helm. As you can see, trolling for lake trout is a tough job.
Mrs. G landing a small laker.
This trout is soon to be dinner. At these lakes, you don't keep a fish until right before dinner time.
Mrs. G working on dinner.
A different fish about to become dinner. We had fried lake trout, fresh out of the lake, three nights.
Same fish.
Finally, a food pic -- fried lake trout. The beer is Yukon Gold, brewed in Whitehorse. It's hard to read the words across the top of the can, but it says "beer worth feeezing for".
Some more fish pics.
A view of about a tenth of the lake from a hill behind the cabin.
You know when the nearest person is 80 miles away, you can make all the noise you want -- doing what ever you want. That might explain the smiles.