While spinning ATV and Jeep tires on backcountry roads, I ponder the phrase “impact on the environment.”

I am more conservationist than conservative.

I respect the rights of others to wear starched shirts and blue ties for banking jobs or henna tattoos and dreadlocks for summer festival attire.

Rugged, weathered faces or pasty, painted faces…doesn’t matter.

Not an either/or proposition, either.

You can collect moose feces, if you prefer.

Our hobbies — the thoughts and actions in addition to our survival behavior — define us.

A few people to thank and then time for a story: Alaska Dan at Tok, soon to be produce mgr at Asheville Ingles supermarket; Chicken Sue; CBSA – AFSC 10525; Jon waitstaff; Juli & Jessica, Dawson City guest services; Trinidad; Najet at Drunken Goat; Rose Marie, Keel – waitstaff; Gold Fields Jeep tour – Paul; museum staff – Linda, Torey; Angela, guide, Klondike Spirit paddle boat and staff/pilot like Margaret; Nick, bus driver, who married his childhood friend 45 years later on 28th Apr 2012; Jessica at the Nugget & Ivory, a math major in college, working with gal from Austria, who might have proved my wife’s grandfather was paid with Bonanza Creek Gold Hill gold when he worked out here during the Klondike gold rush; RV brands Canadream and Slumber Queen; Alicia at Sourdough Joe’s; Tina, Nessa and Viki at Diamond Tooth Gertie’s, watching Swan Lake as interpreted by cancan/saloon dancers, safely risqué, land version of a cruise ship show; Tory the blackjack dealer; earning my Sourtoe cocktail certificate, courtesy of the current version of Captain Dick; Sherry; “Cinnamon bun” Steve; Jessica and Andrew at HA desk; Garett and Malaina (from Brittany) at Antoinette’s; Harue at White Horse Westmark gift shop.

A solitary hike to the top of a local dome is more than invigorating.

Recharging one’s batteries, feeding the wander lust, relieving stir craziness, seeing the sun set at midnight over Dawson City.

Simple, quiet (except singing the bears away).

…or, a well-educated frog says to the chicken, when referring to talkative Peggy’s getting ditched at a roadside stop with a pile of books, “reddit.”

To travel with companions in these moments on “tew-er,” when the tour director, for safety, carries a can of bear spray to ward off humans more than Ursus arctos horribilis the question one bears when one bares one’s thoughts is this:

What is respect? One thousand years from now, what is one accomplishing when framing the digital photographs below? When will the word “photograph” disappear from common usage? Will future tourists read guides about tours of today that follow historic events which were tours, too (e.g., economic tours like the Klondike gold rush at the turn of the 20th century)?

In other words, who mines whom? Are we tourists prospected like mother lode gold veins?

Rhetorical questions? Of course.

Back to uncaptioned images:

Sunrise: 4:46, sunset: 12:02

When the outdoor temp reaches 22 deg C (77 deg F), then the Dawson City Music Festival is just a day away.

Right now, it’s “ish” time, as in “We’ll meet at 8, give or take 15 minutes.”

I shall move my thoughts to the silence of growing things…

On this day of days, when heat ravages the interiour of continents, when one’s continence has contents, if not context, we ask if a cup of coffee is better than a pot of potential or a pitcher of beer.

Meditation is being here and now in the here and now, if not the hoosegow.

Time for caffeine and contemplation of spruce trees, moose crossing roads and Rhodes scholars wearing collars…

So far, on this trip through central Alaska on the way to Canada, I’ve learned that the student visa/exchange program is alive and well. Tonight, a young lady named Karjah from Jamaica, to name one who traveled to Tok, Alaska, for summer work.

We take a journey because the final destination is well known. We remember and honour our ancestors through continuous learning along the way.

Plenty more to thank: Dan, our driver/guide/geologist; Hannah (“Raena k’rana” in Athabascan?), steamboat Discovery guide, grandpa still in village, she getting educated at Univ. of Alaska – Fairbanks; Nic(ole), Rachel – gift shop sales; fellow travelers like Aidan and Doug Collins; Ashley (“Koo’kook” in Athabascan?); Steph; Lance Mackie; Rynda, Josie, Joan and Pat at Santa House; Sarah at Rika’s Roadhouse; Hugh, Julie, Caribou, Brooke, Kelvin, Karjah and Sheila at Westmark Tok; Van Voorhis from Ellington, CT.

Well, guess I oughta thank a few people for their kindness and generosity: Scott Hummel and other volunteers at Fountainhead Museum; Stephanie and others at Bear Lodge; Dylan, Eric and Brittany onboard McKinley Explorer; Elessa (a/k/a Y1TA (“Yita”)); Pat at Denali Park Depot Gift Shop; Anna, Kelly and Moldova at Prospectors Pizza; Rick and Alex at Denali Fly Fishing Tours; George Hamilton of Denali National Park tours; Alan Olsen of Black Diamond ATV; Anya (from Russia) and Sophia Ferrell of Courtyard Cafe; Edna S of Holland America; Carly J Mooney (more on her later) and other performers/cooks at Cabin Nite; Joe, Chris, Dawn and Scott of Holland America train car; drivers like Thomas A; Jeremy of Glacier Brewhouse; workers of Toklat Visitor Center; people who wave at people waving back on trains; smiling faces of fellow passengers; more as time permits…

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