After a great vacation up North, we’re back. But I’m left wondering why? Was it the traffic we missed? The heat? The crowds of people? It’s nice to be home, but I already miss the simplicity of being on the trail or on the road, far from phones and e-mail and everyday worries.
The Chilkoot Trail was a fantastic hike and has become my all-time favourite. There are many stories to tell and I haven’t even begun to sort through the 600+ pictures we took on that trip. I’ll probably set up a small website to cover it rather than try to cram everything in here.
Along with some great camping and fun in the Yukon, we also crossed off another item on the “have to do” list: a flight-seeing tour of some of the lower glaciers in Kluane’s St. Elias range. Words fail to describe the experience of soaring above those jagged ridges and massive ice fields in a little 5-seater Cessna. That flight alone probably accounts for a quarter of the photos we took. Stay tuned, there should be some good ones.
And now back to life in the city. At least I brought back some of that Yukon Gold.
For those following along at home, the reason that I haven’t written in so long is that I simply haven’t had the time. I’ve been home barely 5 days in over a month! This week finds me in Kokomo, Indiana, a nice enough town about an hour’s drive north of Indianapolis. Sadly not the Kokomo of the Beach Boys’ song…
With the weekend to kill, I spent a few hours today walking around downtown Indianapolis and then took to the trails in Eagle Creek
State Park. It was pretty hot today, but overcast and threatening to rain all afternoon. At least it was cooler than earlier this week.
Indianapolis is smaller than I expected, but pleasant and sprinkled liberally with historical buildings. Most of my time in the city was spent wandering past the various war monuments near the city centre. I also drove past the Indy track but there wasn’t much to see, save some massive bleachers.
Eagle Creek was a nice getaway, just what I needed to recharge my batteries. All of my fellow park-goers were either picnicking (what’s the proper spelling there, Yogi?) or fishing. I couldn’t help thinking that only the amateur fishers come here, all vying for the same undersized fish, if any exist here at all. At least they were outside and seemed to be having fun. The trails were wide and gently rolling, only challenging due to the heat.
See more pictures on Flickr.