✈Bombers & Mosquitos ✈
Photo credit: Richard de Boer The Lancaster engine run at night without the glare of the emergency services lights! In 1999 Mom, Dad, and I hiked the Chilkoot Trail: my first summit, their second, and a shared journey of solidarity after our unfathomable start to 1999. While there are endless trail stories to tell about joining them on hikes through the years, I distinctly remember the "stuff" on this trail. The literal stuff: the decaying remains of boats, rusted out boilers, and rotting shoe soles littered the trailsides. The Canadian Park Rangers call this a linear living museum. My mom called it "junk" and literal litter. Dad and I made up stories about the people who once carried these things as their most prized possessions on their journey for gold. Either way, someday there won't be much physical evidence left along the trail. Nature has a way of reclaiming the land. I think you have to see "stuff" in that state to really appreciate the proces...