I have started to put together some web albums — remember they are works in progress. Check them out at Julie’s web albums.
Had some fun playing the slots at Diamond Tooth Gertie’s — Gertie, who’d been born with the name, Gertie Lovejoy, had a sparkling smile; courtesy of the diamond she’d placed between her front teeth, hence her chosen name. A dance hall girl by profession, Gertie knew better than anyone else how to persuade the men of the Klondike to to leave the dance halls many nuggets lighter, but smiling.
At exactly 1:32 this afternoon, the siren went off signaling the breakup of the Yukon River. As the word spread, everyone stopped what they were doing and headed down to the river. The students of Robert Service School joined the groups of people lining the dike as great chunks of ice floated by at an incredible speed. Within a short period of time the river reverted to its liquid form. I have never seen such an amazing and powerful event and I think many, if not all of us felt the same way.
And the bonus is, Spring is really here now. The temperature is expected to rise to 17 degrees and the sun is strong, so this afternoon, armed with bells and bear spray, we are going to hike up the hill behind us so that we can view the open water from above.
Wherever I go and wherever I’ve been, I never feel that I’ve explored properly until I’ve walked through the cemeteries and read the headstones. Dawson City is rich in cemeteries and there is one just down the road from the Berton House. It’s reserved only for members of the YOOP, (Yukon Order Of Pioneers) who lived and died by their motto:Do unto to others as you would be done by. In his book, The Klondike , Pierre Berton writes: Each member pledged himself to help every other member should the need arise and always to spread the news of a fresh gold discovery.
For many years, this motto imposed law and order on a lawless land. Those who broke it, ended up banished or swinging from the end of a rope.
This Friday, I am going grave-yarding with a friend — can’t wait for that.
At last, after almost three weeks of writing all day and every day I have sent in the edit on my latest book. Pushing send was the most euphoric feeling in the world. With luck, there will only be one more edit — usually there are a minimum of two and sometimes three or even four. That was number two.
I celebrated by going out on the weekend to the most local of local bars in Dawson — The Pit, with a group of artists and playwrights who hail from not only Dawson, but all over Canada. As you can see by the photo, The Pit is full of artifacts, and interesting characters. That’s Barnacle on the piano, and he keeps the place hopping.
I can hardly believe two weeks have passed since I arrived. What a difference two weeks makes: I have met some interesting people, I’ve joined a running group (we only do trails, so I’m getting familiar with what lies outside Dawson), I’ve gone with a friend fishing for grayling — not running yet, and I’ve nearly finished my book. My book is the reason why I haven’t been blogging — by the time I’m finished writing at the end of the day, I have to get away from the keyboard. It is always sunny here and we were up to 13 degrees today. I love watching the river change, but the ice hasn’t broken yet. I am going to an opening at ODD tonight — hoping for food 🙂
Because I have spent the whole week working on my novel, I haven’t visited my blog at all. A looming deadline dictates my schedule right now. The big events this week, besides the fact that the snow is disappearing are: The Eldorado Hotel (Princess and Third) caught fire, and although the firemen were able to contain the blaze, the combination of fire, smoke and water has destroyed the building. Apparently, it was the last year-round hotel in Dawson, but don’t quote me on that.
Also, the ice bridge closed, but that doesn’t seem to stop the brave (or foolish) locals from using it. I, on the other hand, won’t even walk over it anymore… The whole town is betting on when the Yukon will break-up. I guessed May 9th, 5pm and I can’t remember the exact seconds. Apparently there is a big cash prize for the winner.
Below is a photo of the Break-up-alarm. It is a large tripod shaped object that sits on the river and is attached by wire to a clock on shore. When the ice breaks, the clock shifts and the wire stops the clock at the exact time of break-up. The fire station is notified and a siren goes off. All very high-tech. This is how the winner is decided.
I love this stuff…
The big melt is on in Dawson. In the week that I have been here, at least half of the snow has disappeared. Little remains on the hills that surround the town and there are patches of water visible on the Yukon. The whole town is betting on the exact date of the break-up — there is a large cash pot for the winner. I have no idea when that will happen — I’m already freaked out about being on an ice bridge when I can see water…but I’m going to place my bet today.
I don’t go for walks anymore, I go for wades. The lower half of Dawson is under water. The drainage pipes are still frozen from winter, so the run-off has nowhere to go. I love walking because the constant dripping reminds me of rain and therefore of spring.