|The Takhini River confluence with the Yukon River, early November sunrise.|
|We used to have picnics on these beaches in the spring before the water rises.|
A major fall activity around here is hunting. And with hunting there is always the question of what you do with your moose guts. One woman wrote a letter to the newspaper complaining that hunters were just dumping them in the woods that surround most of Whitehorse's subdivisions. She railed against this practice describing how her dogs had come across them and returned home covered in offal and suffering digestive issues (making them unpopular in the house). Within a few days a hunter had replied railing against dog owners who let their dogs run free to cause trouble. This is how Cabin Fever starts in the Yukon.
|Ice pans floating down the Takhini behind our place.|
The nights are long now. Early one morning I noticed the window glowing green and went outside to see the first of this winter's Northern Lights.