Bison on the Alaska Highway, the road from Watson Lake in British Columbia, Canada on Mallory on Travel adventure travel, photography, travel Iain Mallory_Yukon 039

Bison on the Road from Watson Lake

“What’s there to do in  Watson Lake?” “Go to Liard River Hots Springs, it’s just down the road in north British Columbia“. The itinerary planned a full day in Watson Lake, The Yukon, so I’d asked the same question of several of the residents, which presented a bit of a challenge. As the trip was about exploring The Yukon, travelling …

Dawson City and the Klondike River at sunset from Midnight Dome in The Yukon, Canada on Mallory on Travel adventure travel, photography, travel iain-mallory_yukon-125

Postcards from Dawson City, The Yukon

As the huge Chevvy Suburban trundled down the main street of Dawson City on the Yukon road trip, a huge smile began to spread across my face. The colourful, wooden buildings that line either side of the street, typical of how we imagine frontier towns appeared at the height of the Klondike gold rush. It was like driving into a living …

A saw tooth ridge and fall colours along the Alaska Highway between Alaska and Haines Junction in The Yukon, Canada on Mallory on Travel adventure travel, photography, travel Iain_Mallory_Yukon1412707

‘Autumn’ in The Yukon Wilderness

Strictly speaking this isn’t autumn, it was late August and early September, but while most of the northern hemisphere is only just packing away swimming costumes at the end of summer, The Yukon is already showing plenty of fall colour. It was noticeable soon after leaving Whitehorse, but the further north I travelled the more visible autumn became. The mountains …

Unicyclist Zero Point Sid on the Alaska Highway heading towards Haines Junction in The Yukon, Canada on Mallory on Travel adventure travel, photography, travel Iain_Mallory_Yukon1412573

Tales from the Road – The Yukon

It wasn’t until the city of Whitehorse had long disappeared from the rear-view mirror and miles of pine tree lined open road stretched out before the vehicle that The Yukon began to feel real. Whitehorse had been a fleeting layover, having arrived late the night before and, the following morning, with time against me enjoyed a small mountain of pancakes and …