Now that Ciara and I are free from our restrictions of quarantine, we have finally been able to get out and have some adventures.
Last Friday, we did our first ride on the trails here. We had both ridden a few of these trails when we visited last year, but admittedly in the “less fun direction.” The 17 km loop we did definitely was a wake up call for our legs, but we earned some pretty fun downhill sections. From rocks, to roots, to berms and gorgeous views, this route had a little bit of everything.
Then on Saturday, we spent most of our morning and early afternoon test driving vehicles and trying to figure out that part of life. But luckily, the sun stays out a lot longer up here to allow for more adventures. We drove about 45 minutes down the road and tackled the first hike of our time as Yukoners, Caribou Mountain. It was quite the leg-burner of a hike (both up and down) but the views from the beginning of the ridge were definitely worth it.
Starting from the bottom, you work your way through a couple small stands of Aspens and up some steep, loose climbs. The trail continues onto some still steep, but rocky, shale covered climbs, barely giving your legs a break.
As you climb you have stunning views of the Carcross Desert, the town of Carcross and Montana Mountain to the south.
The trail breaks up and onto the ridge, where it flattens out for a very short while before continuing ever upwards. With our legs and lungs burning, this is where Ciara and I decided to turn around rather than continue up the trail. We had a quick snack, took some pictures, and started making our way down. The way down was even more exhausting. With our legs shaking and weak, we made it back to the car.
Now we’re both curled up on the couch with our muscles aching, watching the rain outside. But I know when the weather clears up we’ll be back out exploring what the mountains have to offer.
Gone to the Yukon 