Tuesday, 16 September 2014
Southwest of Whitehorse, in the shadow of the mountain, the morning air was cool. Our prize, low-bush cranberry, was growing on the forest floor among moss and pine needles. There were lots about; you just had to keep your eyes to the ground.
Erin diligently picked while I captured the moment. It was a beautiful spot. On our drive in we had seen some grizzlies, a mom and two large cubs, foraging by the side of the road. Maybe they too, were in search of cranberries.
Southwest of Whitehorse, in the shadow of the mountain, the morning air was cool. Our prize, low-bush cranberry, was growing on the forest floor among moss and pine needles. There were lots about; you just had to keep your eyes to the ground.
Erin diligently picked while I captured the moment. It was a beautiful spot. On our drive in we had seen some grizzlies, a mom and two large cubs, foraging by the side of the road. Maybe they too, were in search of cranberries.
When we had made our quota, we hopped back in the car and drove to Carcross, near the Alaskan border. It was warm in the sun. This may be the last nice weekend for the summer; many of the shops will soon be closing. Several buses of tourists (from Alaskan cruises) arrived while we enjoyed the view and some ice-cream. Then back to Whitehorse.