Porter Creek

Around the World in 3,833 Days

A trick learned over 3,833 days of walking is to share the experience with someone else who has the same goal.

Mine, All Mine!

The next time you travel north on the Alaska Highway between the Fish Lake Road and the Porter Creek Super A, ask yourself why the canyon there is called Rabbit Foot Canyon. Why not Anaconda? In 1899, the White Pass Railway was wondering whether it would be worthwhile extending its track all the way to …

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E.T. Call P.C.

During my daily walks with the dogs in the woods between Porter Creek and the college, I can’t help noticing long straight corridors cut through the trees. At first, I naturally assumed these were the Whitehorse equivalent of the lines on the Nazca Desert in southern Peru that Erich von Däniken (Chariots of the Gods?) …

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Bailey’s

It may not be a bar where everybody knows your name, but they sure as heck have seen you shoveling your driveway. It’s a neighbourhood pub. Its busiest nights are between Monday and Friday as Porter Creek welcomes home its residents after a long day of work. And Bailey’s Pub and Grill may not be …

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Tea Time with Nicky

I arrived in Whiterhorse in the middle of the night after riding Greyhound buses  across the country for five days. The last thing I wanted was to sit again, but at  4:30 a.m., feeling cold just because I was tired, Tim Hortons seemed like the  only place I could go.  I sheepishly dragged myself accross …

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Can I Come Along Again?

Germany is green and clean — there’s not much garbage, and there are recycling bins everywhere. The people are friendly. Being on a train is fun and comfortable, and riding in a first class compartment is better than flying. We went to a Catholic all-boy school in Mainz for a day, which was different from …

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