The Yukon is still very much on my mind.
I sit in the bright pink alpine flower, fireweed. My mom didn’t tell me about all the bees until after this photo was taken.
I didn’t go for any gold.
The memories are worth their weight in it though.
I’m thankful for the local bookstores of far away places.
I wanted to search for a local bookstore on the trip. This one is named after the flowers I’m sitting with in the first photo of this post.
I bought a book to remember the trip.
Robert was not born in Canada, but he came to the Yukon and came to love it, writing wonderful poetry about the place. He is well known and thought of all around that area of north west Canada.
I’m thankful for outstandingly good food and restaurant discoveries in a city on my travels.
Doesn’t eating at a restaurant with burnt toast in the name sound appetizing?
Well, it was; so much so that I desperately wanted to bring it back with me to Ontario. I am not normally what is called a “foody” when traveling, preferring to focus on travel for the history or the culture, but I am prepared to make a change in cases such as this one was.
This place has the best salmon I’ve ever tasted, and I didn’t even think I liked salmon all that much, if at all.
I’m thankful for wild animals.
The Yukon has more animals than people, including wild horses.
I’m thankful I got to see my brother graduate.
He received flowers, not from us (his own family), but from a mysterious source.
So proud. His accidental fall almost put a halt to all his hard work, but he used school as therapy and he fought back to finish.
I’m thankful I could have a lovely morning with my neighbour on my deck.
It was so hot that morning, even before noon, and the best chunk of shade was on my deck. Hers was too much in the sun.
I told my neighbour about my trip and gave her the little jar of fire weed jelly to thank her for keeping an eye on things here while I was gone.
I’m thankful peas are back.
I miss fresh peas all the rest of the year. I hope to enjoy them for a few more weeks yet. A good lesson for how to enjoy something when it comes along, as it won’t last, but it very well will return again.
I’m thankful for my father on Father’s Day and every day.
I’m thankful to have my sister to make things clearer.
She is good with certain things that I am not. She is a lot more grown, in many ways, in just two years.
I’m thankful the weather is cooling off the last few days.
No air conditioning needed. I will take the comfort. It’s no Yukon, as we have the humidity they do not, but I enjoy it while I can get it.
Pace yourself Ontario weather. Summer’s only just beginning.
I’m thankful for a day to learn more about my niece and nephew.
My mom and I went to the playground with my niece. My niece wanted to take my dog for a walk on the leash. Soon she had a group of girls following her all around. She is a natural leader, but I hope that doesn’t make growing up hard on her. Girls can be mean and girlhood can be rough sometimes.
For now she is like any other six-year-old who fights with their little brother and she is a strong force of nature, even at this young age.
My nephew starts school this fall and loves dinosaurs, just like his cousin does. It’s often a boy thing, in our family’s case a favourite of both boys.
The Yukon and specifically Whitehorse has some pretty cheeky signs. This one made me think of my nieces and nephews and it made me smile.
Oh, yeah. I must end with this.
On to my next adventure, coming up fast.