Revisiting a Familiar Hill

My third travelogue post was about biking Haeckel Hill / Mount Sumanik above my house (accessed from my front door), so it’s fitting that my third post since returning home is about my return to these hills, and this time with a camera.

Michael & I biked up the smaller facing hill, as I had done previously, and this time ditched our bikes and bushwhacked as far as we desired into the midnight sun.

There were well used game trails everywhere, and lots of moose and bear sign, including several bear hibernation caves and a kill / bury site (we got away from that clearing with all of its animal remains quickly). Besides huge swarms of mosquitoes (a sad feature of the Yukon in the early summer, particularly given the irony of our mosquito-free seven months in the tropics). We saw other strange creatures as well amongst those long-dead trees:

Had we wanted to, we could have reached the turbines:

And here’s a refreshing perspective on Porter Creek (my community of Whitehorse):