Yukon: On the road, again.

Friends, It’s been too long. After a long lockdown, and longer FOC (fear of COVID) time, we are back on the road. We are excited to see things – and excited to remember what traveling together is like. And as per usj, why not blog about it?

As I’ve been remembering how to travel over the past few months for work, I recently made a list of travel musts. Things never to leave home without and tips for making sure that travel disruptions and disappointments have minimal impact on your day. And I know it’s a good list, because when I don’t follow it, I regret it. Every single time.

This trip was no exception. Packing regret set in the moment we set out.

As we sat in our Lyft, 50 minutes into our trip to the airport and not yet on the highway. The on-ramp was shut for an accident, and we were barely out of downtown. We starting to do the math on whether we we’re going to make it before the baggage cut off time. It was going to be tight.

We managed to get our bag checked with literally no time to spare. (Truly. The check in agent was unsure we were going to make it before the system shut her out). But there was a problem: Our bags were only coded to our layover city and not our end destination. Because of the baggage cutoff, it was a take it or leave it option, so we took it, and planned to figure it out on the go. I had to laugh at my decision not to follow my own guidance and pack a change of clothes when checking luggage. It was pretty clear I was going to need it.

When we land at our final destination, it’s clear that our bags haven’t made the trip. But, no bother. We’re here for the weekend, and pretty sure that the local dress code makes our casual plane wear perfectly acceptable.

And where are we? What exotic destination awaits? This one might come as a surprise: we’ve just landed in whitehorse, Yukon.

Why the Yukon, you (and most people) might ask? As a first post-COVID adventure, we wanted to stay in Canada. We wanted to see animals and beautiful places and take many, many photos of both. And even though we (grudgingly) admit that we are tourists, we wanted to stay away from crowds, tourism and places that would be teeming with travellers making up for lost time. It didn’t take us long to decide that the Yukon was the obvious choice.

The midnight sun was shining as we set out to explore Whitehorse. Adventure awaits!