Paddling the Yukon: Setting Out

It’s raining when we leave Whitehorse. Our six vessels slip into the Yukon without finesse: five canoes, one kayak, and only two paddlers (not us) with real river experience.

The Yukon is a mild river, in this season. There’s only one set of real rapids, and it’s next week. Most of the troublesome spots were dynamited out back when sternwheeler steamships carried fortune seekers this way.

Friday was the last day of the orienteering championships. We didn’t linger after our races for the usual banter and route comparison with our competitors; short on…