highlights
We debated on whether it was the Northern Lights or just the Northern Clouds. A photo saved a thousand words.
The reflection of morning clouds on the window. It's a nice scenery but we need nice coffee more.
Didn't see any wildlife on the King Thorn Trail except this guy in red.
The tiny pool of snow qualified our destination as a snow capped mountain.
Glacier bit into the rocks, rocks sank into the lake, lake turned into the green.
Glacier is just a huge piece of ice. People drive miles to see the big ice.
Water is melting away from the glaicer in summer and adding to the glacier in winter. Every year, it's the same piece of glacier but different pieces of ice.
Green, green, green and blue sky.
It's nice to be above ground.
This could be Mountain Mckinley or one of its close relative.
Happy puppy, happy sleep.
Just some yellow flowers, nothing to say.
Somehow tourists think the rodents with bigger tails (i.e. the squirrels) are cute and deserve to be fed, yet the rodents with smaller tails (i.e. the rats) are disgusting and deserved to be poisoned.
Tourists think taking pictures of naked female moose bathing is not immoral.
This is a Dall Sheep, portly and demure.
Picture perfect pose for a dall sheep. Now, adding a bear or coyote near the rock will definitely increase the dynamic of this picture.
After an hour of ardent climbing, we reached the summit of the mountain range that might lead to the legendary Sable Mountain. It seemed the trail across the range is "ram accessible" only. After some rest and water stop, I noticed a few white dots across the far end of the mountain range. The white dots approach us in a rapid pace and soon identify themselves as eight harmless dall sheep. Soundless and emotionless, the sheep pass by us and ran towards the Sable Mountain. The wind subsided, the sheep vanished, and I began to doubt the reality of that magical experience. Luckily there are digital photos.
There's an infinite supply of mountains.
Eagle soars, birds fly away.
I found a piece of feather. I hold a piece of eagle.
Running into a caribou in the wilderness is different from sighting a caribou on the bus. The difference is like doing aerobic and watching other people doing aerobic in TV.
Our Ford Explorer under the big sky on Top of the World Highway.
So it is Dawson city.
Dempster highway near Tombstone Mountain. We bushed walked from the road to the summit and back, proofing straight line is always the shortest but not always the easiest.
The sun never set. But people need to sleep whether the sun set or not.
After twenty minutes... I meant hours of dangerous journey, we were so proud that we finally conquered the Arctic Circle ... Sign. We celebrate our success with an automatic photo.
Whitehorse looking from the Grey Mountain. This is the place where a legendary gray horse had turned into a white horse during a natural decolorization process.
It's a small canyon. It's probably two miles long, so it's "miles" not "mile".
This Bear Glacier had frozen many polar bears inside during the ice age, hence the name.