Year: 2021

  • EPISODE 246 YUKON DIARY THE TREADWELL MINE DISASTER and Livingston Wernecke

    EPISODE 246   YUKON DIARY   THE TREADWELL MINE DISASTER  and Livingston Wernecke


    alan skeoch
    Feb. 6, 2021





    Treadwell Mine employees shortly after the Disaster.  New jobs were found for all of them.
    Men from 17 countries, many of them Serbians who left Treadwell when WW 1 broke out.

    WHY DID I VISIT JUNEAU ON SEPT. 13 AND14, 1962?  NO GOOD REASON

    Was there some unfathomable force pushing me from the Yukon.  Pushing me with a purpose in mind.
    Pushing me out the peephole of Skagway.  Pushing me south to 
    the mysterious capital of Juneau, Alaska.  

    Pushing me I knew not where or why.  I say this in 2021…59 years after I wrote my Yukon Diary.  Ha! 
    What a laugh.  I wrote that diary…stuffed it with bits and pieces of my life…and never opened it
    again until the year 2020 when the whole world hit a dead stop and hundreds  of thousands…millions
    and millions of people suddenly had to reconsider their lives.

    Was  that push to Juneau in 1962 real or imagined?  I mean was I just wandering pointlessly?  Wasting time?
    Wasting a little bit of my $350 a month salary?  

    Did  my unconscious mind whisper “Alan, you must see Douglas Island?  Even if you have never heard of
    Douglas Island, you must go there!  “

    My conscious mind must have responded. “What the hell are you talking about.  Douglas Island? Delete now.”

    Unconscious mind must have responded.  “You willl only know why you went there in 2020.  No point in me whispering
    to your goddamn  conscious mind.  It blocks things.   But you will go there and then wait 59 years to find out why.”

    YUKON DIARY

    Friday, September 14, 1962

    Got up early and walked the tilted streets of Juneau.  I could  look across the Channel where mountains threaten
    to tumble into the Fiord.  I look behind me and mountains that are even higher pose the same risk. But I have
    seen mountains  all  summer.

    Nothing to see really…nothing to do…why am I here?…I must fly home as fast as I can…seems I have
    wasted my time coming to Juneau.  Skagway made sense.  Juneau does not make sense

    DOUGLAS ISLAND

    I did not notice Douglas Island in 1962.  The island was there.  Across the Channel from Juneau.
    A big lump of real  estate with a humped back.  Unremarkable because the mountain  backdrop
    dominated.  I looked but did not see.  On September 14, 1962, I had no idea…no interest…in that
    lump of land.  

    I did not know it was the site of one of the great mining disasters in North American history.  I had
    never heard of the Treadwell Gold Mine.  I did  not know that this lump of land humping its way into
    view across from Juneau had a direct
    connection with a mining engineer and prospector called Livingston Wernecke.  I did not even
    know that the Wernecke Camp that Bill Dunn and I explored on Keno Hill was named after
    a man.  


    Early June 1962 when Bill Dunn and I explored ruins of a mine on Keno Hill.  Later we discovered this was  once the Wernecke Camp
    Mine.


    Indelibly in my conscious  mind , however, was the joy Bill Dunn and I shared that June day as we
    cooked our lunch with our feet hanging over the McQueston Valley of the Yukon far below.
    My conscious  mind noted lots that day, particularly the lonely horse collars  hanging in
    the wreck of the horse barn…and the vacant cabin with plates, cups and saucers on the table.
    The emptiness where men once lived and left behind for Bill and I to find.

    I had no idea how this abandoned  mine connected to another humungous abandoned gold 
    mine on the coast of the Alaskan panhandle.   

    Let me jump right to the  disaster in 1917 … cut the crap  …

    THE TREADWELL DISASTER  April 21, 1917


    In her book “Treadwell Gold,” Sheila Kelly references an eye-witness account of the cave-in:

    “At one fifteen a.m., the small group standing vigil watched as the ground around the natatorium and fire hall slipped sideways, then with ‘cracks, groans, and noises of shattering boards’ dropped straight down into the innards of the mine.

    “Finally, at two fifteen a.m., after another eruption at the cave-in site, a two-hundred-foot geyser of saltwater shot out of the top of the central shaft. The spouting display went on for a full five minutes before it stopped, like fireworks announcing a finale. After a harrowing three and a half hours, the mine was full. In those forty-five miles of mine shafts and drifts underlying the town to a depth of twenty-three hundred feet, those ancient geologic pockets that gave up ten million tons of gold-bearing ore were filled with three million tons of seawater.”


    Witnesses watched as their social club and company swimming pool suddenly disappeared  in a gaping hole  filling with sea water from deep below.  All miners escaped except maybe for one man who just disappeared.
    The Treadwell mines and company town came to a spectacular end on April 21, 1917, when a massive cave-in flooded three of four underground mines, 2,300 feet deep. They’d yielded 10 million tons of ore. The void was filled with an estimated 3 million tons of seawater. Failure of unstable underground rock pillars and an extreme high tide led to the collapse. (Alaska State Library / Harry F. Snyder Photograph Collection P38-100)
    The  Treadwell mine disaster on April  22, 1917…The day after the collapse.  Before  the disaster this  was the site of
    the Treadwell  social club swimming pool.  The  day after  the mine was filled with millions of gallons of salt water that
    cascaded into the passageways and drifts (stopes) below.  In between  the two events geologist Livingston Wernecke 
    crawled  out on a trestle precariously strung over the hole. He shone a light down into the blackness below as a pile
    of mud slipped into the dark.  When the mud and fragments of mine buildings hit the rising  water from below he breathed in “a blast of air that had the musty 
    oder of the deep reaches of the mine.”

    FACTS ABOUT THE TREADWELL GOLD MINE

    1)  The city of Juneau, capital of Alaska, is named after he  first prospector to lay claim to parts of Douglas Island, 1880’s.

    2)  Treadwell was the founder  of the mine which he  sold for $1.5 million dollars

    3) The Treadwell Gold Mine became the largest mines in North America between 1880  and 1917

    4) The mine buildings and property covered 2.5 miles of the Douglas Island shoreline

    5) It began as an  open pit mine then became a shaft and stopes mine that got deeper and deeper into the rock.

    6) To get one ounce of gold 8.5 tons  of  ore had to be  ‘stamped’

    7) The noise of  the stamping machines could be  heard for miles
    (a stamping machine is a kind of power driven hammer that reduced the ore
    into grains of sand that allowed other machines to sift and separate the gold.)

    Architectural  drawing of the workings of a stamp mill.  Easier to understand
    than pictures  of stamp mills at the Treadwell Gold  Mine.  Raw ore dumped  in
    stamp mill then pulverized into tiny pieces by power driven  hammer.  The noise
    from the Treadwell stamp mills was overwhelming but even so there was a sign
    “Quiet…Men  Working”…apparently



    8) Miners were all male because  women  were considered to be bad luck
    if working underground.  The men  got upset when some well intentioned women
    entered the mine and  sang to the men.

    Strange sculpture found in ruined cement  Treadmill Mine building…vandalized walls but intact mysterious sculpture

    9) The mine was excavated more than 500 feet below the Douglas Island and  out under the Channel
    …60 miles of underground operations, 45 miles were suddenly flooded in the disaster.

    10)  There were1,000 to  2,000 miners employed by Treadwell. (sources give two figures)  About 350 were in the mine
    when it was  flooded.  There was just barely enough warning for the miners to escape.

    11) All the miners got out in the nick  of time… Except for one man who was  missing.  He seems to have used the disaster  as a way
    to disappear rather than die.  But no one is sure about him.  His wife was awarded a settlement
    …no one is sure what happened to him but suspicion was that he survived.


    Abandoned horse  stable at Wernecke Camp Mine on Keno Hill, Yukon.   June 1962


    12)  There was not enough time to save the horses and one mule…all of whom soon drowned.  These  
    animals had been well treated…loved.  Some miners even offered to go down and try to save them.  Too late.



    Treadwell mners at work.  Stopes do not look like cathedrals but
    floor is rubble strewn.  How could stopes like these be called ‘cathedrals’?

    13) The drifts (stopes) were cathedrals more than 100 feet high on thin pillars.  Not enough pillars according
    to one source..

    14) Noise  of the stamping machines was so loud that the firing of cannon could not be heard

    15) This was Tlinget tribal land  and several of the  miners were Tlingets. Apparently
    they could not understand why these new  people from 17 countries valued gold so much.

    16) The stamping machines only recovered 50% of the gold. The rest of the gold
    was separated from pyrite using chemical process.  Arsenic was a dangerous by product
    that was difficult to conceal…led to many cancers of internal organs.

    17) Waste rock from the mine made 80 acres of beach along Douglas Island

    18)  26 million tons of rock were crushed in the life of the mine (40 years)

    19) $70 million worth of gold was produced

    20)  A raging fire on Oct. 10, 1926 consumed what was left of the Treadwell surface 
    buildings.  

    21)  The water tower is the only obvious surviving structure.

    22)  Employees were well treated…swimming  pool, dining hall, fair income, writing room, etc.

    etc. etc. So much to say … so little time to say it.

    The Treadwell Historic Preservation and Restoration Society restored the shell of the Treadwell pumphouse. Mt. Roberts serves as backdrop. (Katie Bausler)
    THE salt water tower remains as a gravestone of the Treadwell Gold Mine…recently roofed  by the local historical society


    LIVINGSTON WERNECKE


    “Mine geologist Livingston Wenecke rushed to the site, inched his way out on the tram trestle that was precariously strung over the hole, and shone a light down into the widening cauldron. He watched a mass of mud and water accumulate and then slide away with a deep rumble. As the muck was gulped down, the lower regions underground belched a blast of air that had the musty odor of the deep reaches of the mine.”


    Livingston Wernecke’s name seemed to jump at me from the description of the Treadwell Disaster.  He  had crawled  across  the gaping 
    hole after soil, rubble, buildings had tumbled into the shaft and disappeared.   His name  is unusual.  This had to be the same man who built the silver mine
    called Wernecke’s Camp halfway up Keno Hill in the early  1920’s.  Just a few years after the Treadwell disaster.  And it is the same man.

    Seemed to me that my Yukon experience was coming full circle now…59 years after the event.  All the pieces began make sense.
    Without the Treadwell disaster it is doubtful that Wernecke would have arrived in Mayo Landing, Yukon Territory, Canada, with a lot of equipment no longer needed
    at Treadwell.  Mining carts, tracks, skilled labour, investment capital, 98 horses, and his ‘boys’ (a father like term he applied to his miners). Livingston Wernecke is a
    hard  man to describe.  He will be the  subject of a coming Episode.

     Livingston brought was a man of few words…also he had  strict moral code…  He  would look after his ‘boys’  with the  same care  the owners of
    Treadwell looked after their miners before and after the disaster.  

    All 1,000 of the Treadwell men except one were found
    new jobs  in other mines.   And the one?   Well, now there is a mystery man that needs a novel … non fiction.
    (*  a challenge to readers.  Can you suggest reasons why a  man would want to disappear…a married
    man with children? )

    alan skeoch
    Feb. 2021

    STRANGE STOPES AT TREADWELL:  A MYSTERY

    I am not a mining engineer, not a geologist, not a geophysicist, not an engineer.    Nor have I devoted
    hours my time  to uncover the reason for the collapse  of the Treadwell  Mine.  But I have questions…
     curious thoughts.

    As i read about the disaster I noted this odd comment.  “The stopes deep down in the mine
    were cathedrals hundreds of feet high.”   I thought that must be a misprint.  I have never  
    heard of  a stope that high.  Too bloody dangerous.  it must  be a mistake.  Then another
    source said the miners worked from the bottom up.  They chiselled  and blasted rock
    from the ceiling…and the walls..a good deal of it gold bearing ore. (i.e.one  ounce of gold in every
    8.5 tons of ore.   In the process there was lots of  waste  rock that was strewn 
    on the floor of the stope.  So the floor got higher and higher as the miners chipped
    more and  more from the ceiling.  Hence the stopes deep  beneath Douglas Island
    were  huge rooms filled with waste rock which got higher and higher as the miners
    kept chipping at the ceiling.   Does this make  sense?  Not to me.

    Surely these huge rubble filled stopes were weak. (If true.)

    Another comment mentioned the  pillars.  The pillars in the stopes were not
    thick enough to hold up the incredible weight of rock and ore more than 2,000
    feet above.  Why would pillars be thin?   Because  the miner managers wanted to get
    as much  ore as possible out of the mine.  Could this be possible as a reason
    for mine collapse.  Do mines pull pillars?

    Surely the thin pillars weakened the mine.  (If true_)

    (This reminded me  of work we did deep down in Can Met Uranium mine, Elliott Lake, Ontario,
    in 1960.   When the mine was abandoned the miners had been instructed to “pull the pillars” to get
    as much high grade Uranium as they could.  The pillars left behind could 
    not take the weight and the roof of some stopes collapsed. If pillars are  pulled
    a mine  could never be reopened.  Right?  I remember the sound of a stope
    collapsing  and wondered why the hell we  were down there…four men in
    a collapsing mine.  But I loved the danger…shots of adrenalin.)

    These are questions in my mind.  Based on some short remarks in
    the Treadmill story.  Persons wiser than me might
    offer explanations.

    POST SCRIPT:  THE TREADWELL MINE
    (MY comments just touch the surface…here are more details)


    The Treadwell gold mine was on the south side of Douglas Island, .5-mile (0.80 km) east of downtown Douglas and southeast of downtown Juneau, owned and operated by John Treadwell. Composed of four sub-sites, Treadwell was in its time the largest hard rock gold mine in the world, employing over 2,000 people. Between 1881 and 1922, over 3 million troy ounces of gold were extracted. Not much remains today except for a few crumbling buildings and a “glory hole”. Although John Treadwell had twelve years of experience in both placer and lode mines, he was a carpenter and builder by trade who had come to Alaska prior to the Klondike Gold Rush.


    Beginnings

    In 1880, prospectors Joseph ‘Joe’ Juneau and Richard Harris discovered gold in Silver Bow Basin. This brought waves of prospectors to the region, including John Treadwell, whose first move was to purchase a lode claim on Douglas Island from Pierre Joseph Erussard de Ville. Treadwell also formed a partnership in September, 1881 with Erussard de Ville, D.P. Mitchell and Dave Martin under the name of The San Francisco Company. For unknown reasons he later backed out of this, and in early December 1881 he devoted his attention solely to the Douglas Island property. He then went on to buy two claims neighboring his property from D. W. Clark. Treadwell extracted twenty two samples from his three claims which he sent to San Francisco, California for a mill test, yielding encouraging results.

     

    On December 27, 1881, Treadwell organized the Alaska Mill & Mining Company and began operations at the Treadwell Dike. Shortly after this, five men from California bought over $10,000 worth of stock in the business. These men were James Freeborn ( 1828 – June 21, 1894 ), San Francisco banker and mining magnate John Douglas Fry (July 1, 1819 – February 3, 1901 ), Horace Lewis Hill (1840 – November 6, 1912 ), Howard Hill Shinn ( born April 4, 1857 ) and E. M. With these men funding him, Treadwell began running a tunnel and discovered that much of the vein he was mining was not on his property. Because word of his strike had not yet gotten out he was able to buy many of the adjoining claims for very little money, after which he returned to San Francisco to secure more backing for a much larger mill. His financial benefactors agreed to invest more and the major mining operation had begun.

     

    In 1889, Treadwell sold his stake in the company for $1.5 million and returned to California.

    Operation

    At the height of the operation there were five mills with over 960 stamps in continuous operation, closing down only on Christmas and Independence Day. These mills were fed by four mines known as the Treadwell, 700-Foot, Mexican and Ready Bullion. At this time the mine employed over 2,000 people and was the largest hard rock mine in the world. The gold was 55% free milling and 45% embedded in pyrite, which was extracted using chlorination, smelting, and cyanidation. Power to the complex was supplied by a coal-fired power plant (later switching to oil and two hydroelectric dams).

     

    Some of the shafts extended as much as 2,400 feet (730 m) below the surface.

    Decline

    The mine was still yielding gold in 1917 when the Treadwell, 700-Foot and Mexican mines (excavated to a depth of more than 500 feet (150 m) below sea level under Gastineau Channel) suddenly began leaking and were evacuated. Hours later the mines collapsed. At the climax, sprays of water were sent up to 200 feet (61 m) in the air from the mine entrances. The only casualties were a dozen horses and one mule; local lore has it that one man unaccounted for used the opportunity to head for parts unknown.

     

    Evidence of instability had been noticed around 1909, but there was no indication of impending disaster until 1913, when major geological shifts occurred. Reinforcements were constructed but were ineffective. The last shaft was worked in a limited fashion until 1922.

    Today

    The site eventually became the property of Alaska Electric Light & Power, which has since deeded a portion to the city of Juneau with the stipulation that it be maintained as a historic site. Under the management of the Treadwell Historic Preservation & Restoration Society there are recreation trails with markers identifying various locations. Another portion of the property is leased to a zip line operator.

    Directly above the cave-in site is a concrete pad where the Alaska Department of Transportation and Public Facilities places a 105mm howitzer, which is fired across Gastineau Channel at a shoulder of Mount Roberts to break up avalanches before they get so big as to pose a danger to Thane Road and residences there.

    Printed

    • Hard Rock Gold by David & Brenda Stone, Vanguard Press, 1987
    • History of the Mines & Miners in the Juneau Gold Belt by Earl Redman, 1988
    • The Birdman of Treadwell: Diary of a Treadwell Gold Miner by Edwin Warren with Barry Kibler (ISBN 9781425960643)
    • I Remember Treadwell by Charlotte L. Mahafly, Accra Print, 1983



  • EPISODE 247 CREDIT RIVER SUDDEN FREEZE BREAKS COVID 19 ISOLATION FEB. 6

    EPISODE 247   CREDIT RIVER SUDDEN FREEZE BREAKS COVID 19 ISOLATION  FEB. 6, 2021


    alan skeoch
    Feb. 6, 2021

    The creation of perfect ice on the Credit River is a rare event.  Today  is that kind  of day
    and it seems a lot of people were anxious to take a chance.  Solid  Ice in close proximity
    to open water.   Human  beings on blades in close proximity to mallards  and swans  sleeping
    in the water.

    Memories that no one will believe next summer are made of such  as this.   Maybe memories
    for generations if global warming gets any worse. “Remember when we had lunch on a boulder
    while skating on the Credit River from the QEW to Port Credit?”
    “Remember when those two boys playing hockey came to talk to us and we married them?”
    “Remember when  we skated while the swans  watched.”

    This is such an ephemeral event.  Tomorrow there may be a  snow storm.  And the opportunity
    will be  gone.  And there is an element of danger.  Danger if the ice breaks while chasing
    a  puck close to open water.  Danger just trying to get down to the river on the icy, boulder strewn,
    river banks.  Danger you will find  a wind blown patch  of sand  while watching the horizon then
    nose diving onto the ice.


    alan  skeoch
    Feb.  6, 2021


    FLASHBACK A FEW  DECADES: ON THE CREDIT RIVER

    We were able to skate  on the Credit several times.  And we knew there was  some  danger.  The ice could give way suddenly
    if we made the wrong choice.  But to miss the chance was to miss something to cherish.


    I have never been a super duper skater.  My first skates were hand me down  skates two sizes too large. I ankled  my way
    across the ice.  My worse time was the ‘sand  on the ice’ mistake that enlarged my nose as I grooved my way down a  patch.
    I remember that moment so well.  My skates stopped  but my body kept moving parallel to the ice and BOOM…my nose hit
    before my hands. Blood … lots of it.






  • EPISODE 245 NORM SENDS PICTURES OF SKAGWAY … AND RESPONSES TO MY PRUNING (WHICH I CANCELLED)

    EPISODE 245    YUKON DIARY    NORM SENDS SOME PICS OF SKAGWAY … AND  RESPONSES TO MY PRUNING 

    alan skeoch
    Feb. 5, 2021

    First, my former boss in the mining business, Dr. Norman Paterson, also  visited Skagway with his wife.   He got to take
    a peek inside a Skagway brothel that might interest readers.   You might notice the calculating  machine …
    Skagway citizens made light of the prostitution in the Yukon.  My earlier Episode was closer to the truth.
    It was an  unhappy business.   THANKS  for the pics Norm.  Dr. Paterson will be the subject of a future
    episode…


    > Sally and I did that trip the reverse way (Skagway to Whitehorse). Your photos are better than mine but here are two or so anyway. The tent brothel was in Skagway, along with a lot of other old timetheatrics. The sign on the side of the hill marks the original foot- and horse path.
    > Norm 



    Norm also  got this  great picture of a plus  slope (boreen rock slope) which is very unstable for horses  or human beings.  




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    February 3,  2021

    NOTICE OF PRUNING…NOW WITHDRAWN


    Hi

    1)  Some people may not want these Episodes…now at 243…they  clutter up email, are offensive perhaps, etc. etc

    2) So I will remove  all who have not responded in one way or the other.  You do not need  to do anything unless 
    you want back  on the list.  Episode  243 will be  your last email story.  If you get Episode 244, you are still on the list.

    3) Sorry for cluttering.

    4) If I make an error and you want back on the BCC list, let me know by email

    5) The Episodes started last March 2020 as a way for some of my friends to
    get a daily relief from the isolation caused by Covid  19.  I never expected
    to spend a whole year writing and  illustrating stories. I enjoy doing the stories.

    alan

    SOME OF YOUR RESPONSES…MADE ME FEEL GOOD…THANK  YOU.
    I HAVE CANCELLED THE PRUNING.  HERE ARE A  FEW OF  THE REMARKS
    I RECIEVED.   NICE.  

    Alan


    In 1980 my mom took our 2 eldest kids (Robert 14, Elizabeth 12) on an Alaskan cruise
    One of the stops was Skagway. They talk about it to this day.

    Al,
    I NEED to be kept on the list.
    Love every story and eagerly await my daily “fix”.
    I had my first vaccine yesterday and Lesley is having hers today.
    Trust you are both well.
    Loved the photos of you both in the snow.
    Also, laughed when reading how you stole the bus!
    Keep safe,
    Champs

    Please keep me on the list. Although I don’t comment have enjoyed your emails.
    Norma

    Alan,


    Nooooooooooooooooooo! 
    Keep me in the loop!

    Dan
    ~
    I enjoy the stories especially the history.   The Yukon is not an area I knew much more about than Robert  Service’s poems .   Have been on the White Pass Railroad as it was an excursion from Skagway 3 years ago when we took an Alaskan cruise 

    I am thoroughly enjoying your missives. I spent some time in Whitehorse in the mid eighties and followed the travails of those gold rush dreamers. You stories continue to enlighten and amuse from a life well led and well recorded. If you are comfortable continuing I am comfortable lurking and receiving.  Marilyn

    Hope you are well. 

    Keep me on the list! 

    Please do not remove us from your list. Your stories have helped so much to keep us entertained through 2020. Just hope you are not doing yourself in, trying to keep up one per day!
    David and Mary 🤗

    Please keep going ….I get behind sometimes. I pass this on to Jim and he reads too.   Kate

    For gosh sakes, don’t drop us from your valued list.

    We are not Republicans. 

    CBS

    By all means — please keep me on your list! The stories are great!

    By the way, I’m curious as to how many faithful readers you have out there.

    Ron Nowell (PCI 67)
    Calgary

    Found a puppy for the girls by the way. We bring her home on Saturday! I’ll keep you posted with pictures! 

    Skagway and up the rail. Unfortunately that was as close I ever got exploring the Yukon. I slept in one of those white things down the street.
    Ed

    Hi Alan, 

    I am a friend of Bob Cwirenko and Mary Lee.  We live in the same condo building and share many get togethers (used to share, damn COVID) including drinks, bbqs and social events. I have enjoyed your memories and find them interesting and engaging. Especially enjoyed Episode 53 and harvesting the kelp on the island! 



    Oh my Alan!!!!!

    Please do not delete me from your email list. Admittedly, I did not read all, but was certainly entertained by many, and have forwarded some to family/friends whom I know would be entertained by your antics. 

    In fact…..as a result of your escapade on the Don River, I understand that I will be taking part in that event this spring with my daughter Lindsay and her partner. 

    In addition, I forward each and every episode to Jane Borland, (a RWTO friend) who lets me know if I fall behind in sending your daily email on to her. 

    So please Al…..keep em coming.   Peggy

    Keep me on the list, Alan.    I am waiting breathlessly for Ep 244.

    Bob Cwirenko


    How do we get you on a DARE I SAY GOVERNOR’S GENERAL’s LIST for recognition as a 20th century pioneer? Definitely your stories deserve a book which my own grandchildren let alone the hundreds from H.C.I. will get for  their  Christmas. You and Pierre Burton are neck and neck. Don’t prune nothing nohow. You wrote from the heart and the circumstances of the time.
    I don’t know how you bloody well survived from the tales you told.  Marjorie obviously is the luckiest wife I know.
    Choiketi – hoik.
    Thom
     
    Beautiful mountains in the background.

    Funny isn’t it when the tourists come in off the big ships.

    When I went to visit the Galapagos we stayed on the islands. During the day the tourist ships would disgorge hundreds of tourists, then they would be gone before dinner. Meanwhile, we got to eat in peace and quiet in outdoor restaurants on our own without the crowds and watch the sunset, and stroll on the beaches with the sea lions. 

    We also saw areas in the off times from the ships and often had the place much to ourselves. It seems most people visit the Galapagos by ship and very few actually stay on the islands. 

    Jeannette 



    Please keep me on your list.  I look forward to reading your stories.  

    They are a bright spot in this pandemic.  
    Isn’t it hard to believe that a year ago we were running around like crazy getting ready for our Leap Day fundraising dinner at the brewery?!!! That was our last social event.  We flew to Florida the following week and then the fun began as Canadians were urged home, the borders closed and flights started to be cancelled.  

    Patricia

    Keep me on the list,  and thanks for the $5.00.
    Are we really in our eighties?
    Eric

    Hi Alan,

    Enjoying all your writing. Keep up the good work.   


    Your history lessons/teaching continues. I’m sure many of your readers would have no idea of what living, working, surviving in the Northern bush country requires of a person.

    Say Hi to Marjorie.

    Ted

    Hi Alan,

    I enjoy the stories and adventures !!

    Rooter

    Keep me on it Alan-amazing to read!!!!

    Stay well and say hi to Marjorie.
    Greg


    Please keep me ON the list. Love your stories Alan.

    Jayme

    > Sally and I did that trip the reverse way (Skagway to Whitehorse). Your photos are better than mine but here are two or so anyway. The tent brothel was in Skagway, along with a lot of other old timetheatrics. The sign on the side of the hill marks the original foot- and horse path.
    > Norm 
    >

    Etc. etc.   Lots more responses so I will keep going.

    Alan
  • EPISODE 244 YUKON DIARY ESCAPE TO JUNEAU ALASKA


    NOTE:  The next Episode (245) really surprised me and  I would  like to share it with you.
    I felt my stories were cluttering up some of your emails so decided to prune my BCC list.
    Take off the people who never responded  in any way…felt I was  bothering them. What
    a response!  Dozens sent notes  of  alarm.    Did not want to be cut off as they were
    reading my stories as  a  kind of isolation therapy.  Surprised me as most of them
    would never have been pruned anyway.  Touching.  Needs a special Episode.
    I will send their messages only using first names of course.  End result makes
    me feel like a prince.   So I will continue a story every day.  Takes a lot of time
    but knowing most of  you read  the stories is a big  push factor.

    alan



    EPISODE  244    YUKON DIARY   ESCAPE TO JUNEAU , ALASKA


    alan skeoch
    Feb.2921

    THURSDAY SEPT. 13,1962

    Woke up in Skagway.   Last night I figured  how  to get out of town.  That issue troubled
    me  for I was travelling by the seat of my pants.  Chasing rainbows.  How would I get
    to Juneau, the  landlocked capital city of Alaska.  There are two alternatives.  Either I
    book a small float plane or I try to find a water taxi.  Not really a choice.  Water taxi
    would be cheapest.  So I booked passage on the Blue Star Taxi … room on the launch
    for five or six passengers.  And the captain provided donuts  and coffee.
    His water taxi would  get me to Haines…across the fjord.


    I think that is  my ferry to Junceau…the S.S. Chilkoot in the distance.  The wrecks in the foreground got most of my attention.

    My water taxi in the distance.  The Spot is being rebuilt obviously…charming little fishing boat.


    jpg Alaska State Ferry Chilkoot cruising by Columbia Glacier
    The S.S. Chilkoot…Alaskan state ferry from Haines to Juneau in 1962…small
    enough to get close to the glaciers.

    We powered our way across to Haines, an old military base that was once important when
    fear of a Japanese invasion was  real.  After Pearl  Harbour The Japanese were sending  incendiary balloons
    across the Pacific Ocean to set the west coast of  North America ablaze. A few actually arrived.
    The Japanese also made a feint attack  up the Aleutian Chain of Islands.  Haines became  important.
    As did Skagway for moving equipment to build the Alaska Highway.
    Haines was a Nice clean  looking place.  

    I was Enjoying my trip.  Historic events  had happened  here.
    The mountains towered over us.  At Haines I was able  to board the S.S. ChilKoot, a
    larger ferry bound for Juneau.  Six hour trip sitting on deck or in a small compartment .  Very few
    passengers…maybe 5 or 6.   Several porpoises wanted to play tag with our ferry…bobbing
    and  diving….sneaking side to side.

    Had time to finish reading To Kill a Mocking Bird.  The book deserved all the praise 
    it was getting.  When we reached  Juneau we were greeted by  a ferocious rainstorm.
    A Tlinget (First Nations) family and I stood on the pier … confused as to our next 
    step.  The city of Juneau  was high above us.   Night time.  Then one of the ferry crewmen offered
    us a lift up into town.

    Signed in to the Northlander Hotel at 11 p.m. Dead tired from doing nothing.  Travel
    is tiring.  Still went out and  walked around the rainy streets.  Juneau is a weird place….a
    city built where no city should be built….in what seems a long deep ravine running from
    the Pacific Ocean to the Coastal  mountains.  If  shaken by an earthquake it seemed to
    me that the whole city would slide into the sea. Stopped at a drug store for a hot dog
    and root beer.  Cost surprising $1.70.  Crawled to bed.

    NOTE:
    I could see Douglas  Island across the channel from Juneau but I realized I  would
    never get there.  Time was running out.  The great gold mine was gone anyway.,  
    Well not exactly gone.  The mine had 45 miles of passageways criss crossing
    beneath Douglas Island and out under the ocean.  Forty five miles!   Now a water
    filled grave for the horses left below when that unusual high tide pushed up the
    Channel.  Water is heavy.  A sudden influx of an extra few hundred thousand
    gallons was  enough to break into a weakened fault in a  subterranean passage
    triggering a race with death stalking the 300 miners scrambling to get up the shaft.
    No room or time for the horses.

    My Yukon boss, Dr. Norman Paterson, even sent pictures he once took in
    Skagway.  His shot of the interior of a brothel is  particularly interesting as
    you will see.  

    All that remains of the  Treadwell  Gold Mine on Douglas Island, Alaska
    The rest of the mine is still here…under the ocean filled with water.
    THIS was the  Treadwell kitchen  for single men.  Lots of food made
    in pots as big as  garbage pails.

    NEXT STORY


    I did not sleep well.
  • WOW…I WILL NOT PRUNE THE LIST…WHAT A RESPONSE

    I WAS STARTLED BY THE ANSWERS…I WILL ONLY DROP PEOPLE WHO WANT ME TO DROP THEM. WHAT A FLATTERING RESPONSE FROM SO MANY PEOPLE WHO LOVE THE STORIES. WHAT A GREAT FEELING…I WISH I HAD NEVER PRUNED…MOST PEOPLE WHO SENT NOTES WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN PRUNED…THEY ARE ALL ..WHUPS!… I MEAN YOU ARE ALL PART OF OUR LIFE JOURNEY.
    LOTS OF STORIES COMING
    ALAN