Before every genocide, those who were mass murdered were considered ‘inhuman’ or a ‘problem to society.’ Fear of these groups was instilled by government leaders in the public mind through imposed rules and regulations until no one trusted their neighbor and everyone feared those who acted differently from them. This should not be the United…
Our slogan from when we left Watson Lake might have been Whitehorse or Bust! With flat leaf springs we could only hope to make it to the ‘big city’ or capital of the Yukon without any more springs flattening out. We first stopped at an RV repair place and the woman’s expression when she saw the one spring was: “It’s flat as a pancake, eh?” Eh? Yes.
I had Sasquatch Vegetable Soup, but my husband opted for chicken – even though the menu said Sasquatch tastes like beef! With warmth in our tummies, we ventured back out into the near whiteout conditions to continue our northern drive to Fort Nelson.
This is Tezzy. When we found her, she was wet and freezing near Teslin in the Yukon Territory. We took her in our car and placed her on our dashboard to warm up and dry. Since that cold and rainy day day, she has been keeping an eye on us wherever we go.