“And have we room
for one more folded sunset, still quite warm?”
-Elizabeth Bishop, “Questions of Travel”
Yet another year has rolled around and I have still not updated you, friends and fam, with last years adventures! The passage of time and daily life over the past few months has somewhat blurred my memory of last summer, tinging it orange with a warm glow like the flaming sunset Michael and I got to witness in Keno at 11:35 at night. As such, I’ll have to keep the dialogue short and let my snapshots tell you the story.
20th July, 2016
As per usual during my hectic 6-days-a-week work schedule, we squeezed out every inch of free time I had, taking advantage of the late solstice sun, and left straight after work was finished. The familiar scenery of the Klondike Highway and the Silver Trail flashed through the window screen until we reached the Mayo gas station, then from there it was alien territory to me.
The wide, sweeping landscape was bathed in sunlight, and so was the little town of Keno, all shiny and nestled away at the base of the hill like a little gold nugget.
After a quick drive through town (and I mean quick!) we snaked our way up the gravelly, pot-holed road to the dome.
As the brightest rays of sun died down, we followed an overgrown dirt road away from the main peak and found ourselves a spot for the night.
21st July, 2016
The next day dawned with grey and heavy skies, a moody compliment to the dramatic landscape.
Although we enjoyed our brief getaway and hike, the end of the day and the heavier clouds were edging in so we made some hot lunch on the camp stove, took one last look at the moody view before the curtains of rain enclosed the town, and headed back to dodge.