{"id":22589,"date":"2022-11-11T10:10:46","date_gmt":"2022-11-11T15:10:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=22589"},"modified":"2022-11-11T10:25:54","modified_gmt":"2022-11-11T15:25:54","slug":"episode-677-escaping-the-yukon-on-a-high-jacked-public-bus-in-1961-consider-this-episode-an-apology","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alanskeoch.ca\/?p=22589","title":{"rendered":"EPISODE 677 ESCAPING THE YUKON ON A HIGH JACKED PUBLIC BUS in 1961 — CONSIDER THIS EPISODE AN APOLOGY"},"content":{"rendered":"
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EPISODE 677    ESCAPING THE YUKON<\/div>\n

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alan skeoch<\/div>\n
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My planned exit from the Yukon was not as easy as planned.  <\/div>\n
First crisis was the bus.  Big time crisis for me.   Given the same situation what<\/div>\n
would you have done?   Dumb is as dumb does.<\/div>\n

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I am not sure what the bus looked like.  Perhaps like this one but not coloured<\/div>\n
like a school  bus.   The trip began sometime around 1 a.m.  In the dark so no<\/div>\n
pictures are available.<\/div>\n

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Mayo Landing was not as glorious as this sign indicates. At least not so in 1961<\/div>\n

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Stewart Crossing was a postage stamp sized place.  Empty.  A wilderness bust stop.<\/div>\n

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I AM SITTING in front of my coputer trying to decide whether this actually happened. Maybe I invented<\/div>\n
the story\u2026or exaggerated the story.  It has been more than 70 years since I stole that public bus<\/div>\n
on that cold Yukon night.   Did it really happen?  Have I been telling a lie for decades.  A big lie,<\/div>\n
like ex President Donald Trump I have told the lie so many times to so many <\/div>\n
people that I may have come to believe the lie myself.<\/div>\n

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\u201cOn my last nigh in  Mayo Landing in the tiny hours of  September 13, 1962, I stole a public bus<\/div>\n
and drove it \u2026along with passengers \u2026.from Mayo to Stewart Crossing.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Yes,, it happened  and is recorded in my Diary.   Just one short sentence.  \u201cI took the May bus with <\/div>\n
passengers and drove to Stewart Crossing.  Had do it.\u201d<\/div>\n

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So my memory has served me well and this is my chance to unload the events of that evening.<\/div>\n
My last evening in Mayo Landing was spent drinking beer with my mining friends.   Miners are nomadic.<\/div>\n
They meet for a short time\u2026get to know each other\u2026have a  few beers together.  Then, if they are lucky<\/div>\n
they have job for a few months or years until the ore runs out and they have to look for another<\/div>\n
pace to hand their hats.   Nomads.  <\/div>\n

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And this is more true for geophysical prospectors.  Jobs last a few weeks or occasionally<\/div>\n
for a whole summer like our Yukon job.  When the work is over the men take off for parts unknown\u2026<\/div>\n
a kind of diaspora.   <\/div>\n

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We celebrated our friendship that bitter Yukon night.  Sept. 12, 1961.  Not a crybaby kind of evening.  Just last <\/div>\n
meeting of people we would never see again.  Bill was there and Peter the Biblical scholar and Gilroy<\/div>\n
the staker\u2026.and Moses Lord representing the native population.  Most of them would get very drunk.<\/div>\n
I faked it a bit.  Only drank a few.,,  felt safe doing so for I could sleep on the bus ride<\/div>\n
to Stewart Crossing.<\/div>\n

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The bus was supposed to leave at 1 a.m. or  thereabouts.   So at 12.30 I shook hands wirh<\/div>\n
the boys whose ages ranged from 21 to 61 or older.  We had shared a lot of adventures some<\/div>\n
of which were  recounted in an earlier episode. We had lived and worked rough.   We would<\/div>\n
never see each other again.   And we know it.<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhere the hell is the bus?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cLooks to be  a bit late.\u201d<\/div>\n

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There were five or six of us waiting in the darkness for the bus.  But the bus never <\/div>\n
came.<\/div>\n

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\u201cHappens all the time, the driver is sleeping it off at home.  May not show up\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cBut I have to be in Stewart Crossing by 6 a.m.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cYou can try to wake him.  His cabin is not far.  You\u2019ll see the bus.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cGot to wake him up  Will he be drunk?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHard to say.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll go get him.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cCareful of his dogs mind you.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cDogs?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHe has a few huskies \u2026 dog team kind.  Might not take<\/div>\n
kindly to a stranger like you\u201d<\/div>\n

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If I  missed the bus coming down from Dawson City to Whitehorse then<\/div>\n
my elaborate plant would collapse.  And I did not know what I would<\/div>\n
do.  pay for a fight from May to Toronto?\u2026.with a whole bunch of flight<\/div>\n
connections.  Would cost a fortune.  Worse would be the crashing of my big<\/div>\n
plan.   I really wanted to find Dead Horse Gulch, the Childoot Pass, Lake<\/div>\n
Bennet , Skagway , the ghostly Treadwell Mine, and the<\/div>\n
landlocked mysterious city of Juneau where the Tlingit people once lived.  <\/div>\n

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\u201cIf the driver does not wake up and the dogs scare the shit out of you, there is<\/div>\n
another  way.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cTake the bus.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t drive a bus\u2026.and certainly don\u2019t want to steal one anyway.\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cHappens all the time\u2026\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cWhat happens?\u201d<\/div>\n
\u201cA passenger takes the bus.  Keys are in the ignition.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Crisis.  What to do?  Seemed a bit off the wall to try and take the bus.  But if I did not do that<\/div>\n
then all my plans would fall flat.    I remember tentatively entering the bus.  Door was open<\/div>\n
as if I was expected.  Long metal arm did the opening and closing.  I pulled the arm and <\/div>\n
the door closed.  Key was in ignition and when turned the motor rumbled into life.   But no<\/div>\n
sign the rumble awakened the driver.<\/div>\n

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I cannot remember whether it was stick shift or automatic.  Seems to me there was a floor<\/div>\n
shift which I slipped into first gear and the bus was on the move.  At the Mayo Hotel I stopped.<\/div>\n
May as well take the passengers with me  Five or six of them.  Local indigenous relatives of<\/div>\n
Moses Loord no doubt.  They did not bat an eye.  Flopped into seats as if this was a normal<\/div>\n
situation.<\/div>\n

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The thought of insurance risk popped into my head.  Was i risking the lives of these people.<\/div>\n
The thought popped out just as fast.  I had other things to consider.  Like lights.  Road gear.<\/div>\n
Pitch black highway.  I took it slow.  Only 33 miles to Stewart Crossing .  Lots of time as the Dawson<\/div>\n
southbound bus was not expected until dawn.  <\/div>\n

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What can go wrong? Gas!  Was the bus gassed cup.  Seemed so.  I got more confident as the <\/div>\n
miles rolled by.  Traffic in the early hours of Sept. 13 was nil.  All I had  to do was keep the moving<\/div>\n
and scan he road for moose.    Did I have high or low beams?  No idea and not much chance<\/div>\n
to check.   Confidence increased.<\/div>\n

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Was the road gravel or tarmac?  Try to keep to centre.  Test brakes gingerly but keep moving.<\/div>\n
What if I stopped and could not start again?  Keep cool.<\/div>\n

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\"YUKON<\/div>\n
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Population of Stewart Crossing is ten.  Ten people with most of those ten living<\/div>\n
in lonely cabins hidden away in the wilderness.<\/div>\n

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We reached Stewart Crossing and rolled to stop on the gravel.  I had expected  A small village.<\/div>\n
instead I found about the loneliest place on earth.  One tiny white wood clad place with a sign <\/div>\n
reminding  drivers this was the last place to get gas before Dawson City one way and Whiteouse<\/div>\n
the other.<\/div>\n

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Not open.  So we sat in the bus until the Dawson us rolled to stop at 6 a..M<\/div>\n
And that was the end of Mayo Landing adventure  and the beginning of another.<\/div>\n

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When I write these episodes I try to be self-deprecating.  No one wants to read a puffed up ego.  I doubt there would be many<\/div>\n
readers of that kind of episode. The bus episode is different.  Seems a little too self centred… Seems to have a load self-glorification.  Sorry about that.<\/div>\n
For that I apologize .  It was a big event in my life.  Fondly remembered.<\/div>\n

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alan skeoch<\/div>\n
Nov. 109, 2022<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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