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These two trails were not the only ways to get to the gold fields near Dawson City, but they were the fastest and, thus, the most popular.
You may have seen an iconic photograph of the "Golden Steps" on the Chilkoot Trail, an endless line of fully-laden men trudging up a snowy, steep slope (the photo is in the description of Book #6). For many, that photo encapsulates the Gold Rush and the extreme effort of the men. What the image does not show is that most made that climb up to forty times! This repetition continued all along the trail. The magnitude of the stampeders’ efforts cannot be overstated. These men endured colossal hardships under the harshest conditions imaginable. The White Pass Trail may have been worse. Thousands of pack animals died on its frigid pathways, causing it to be called the "Dead Horse Trail". With those unfortunate animals died many stampeders dreams. I'm currently working on a second map; a regional map showing an area from Seattle, WA in the south to Dawson City, Yukon in the north. I will include that map in the book.
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I received "Canada's Main Street" under our Christmas tree and finished reading it while in Mexico. It is the story of the Trans-Canada Highway, one that most Canadians have travelled on and many use daily. Thanks to Craig Baird (guru of Canadian history at Canadaehx) for a great read! I loved the description of the early days; of the competition for the Todd Medal and the unheralded efforts of men like Perry Doolittle. Throughout the book, Baird describes the push/pull of the various levels of government. I also loved the side stories and the determination of the "Yellowheaders" to get the new highway to route via Edmonton and the Yellowhead route.
I think the new highway may have inspired my parents to travel from our home in Winnipeg to Vancouver in the late 1960's in my dad's new gold '67 Pontiac Strato Chief. Before seat belt and child safety seat laws, he had custom-cut a large piece of plywood to cover the backseat and the leg space. With copious padding on the plywood, my brother, sister and I had a play area, as unsafe as it was. From there, we watched the miles roll by, singing songs, as we journeyed on Canada's Main Street. |
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