For some crazy reason, I feel the need to call my brother and remind him where my will is just before I board my flight. And I do. “It's just a river cruise, I remind myself.” What have I got myself into this time?
What I Got Myself Into This Time
The Yukon. North. Free. Memories of the Gold Rush. A population of 43,000 people in an area the size of France. A finger on the Arctic Ocean and nestled next to Alaska. My cruise to Alaska starts at Dalton Post a few hours west of Whitehorse on the summer solstice. My route is the Tatshenshini River. Total crew: 3. Number of guests: 8. My boat is a bright sky-blue raft with yellow letters displaying the expedition company, Canadian River Expeditions. A four-person tent (which as we all know only really fits two, but I’m solo so it's roomy) is my suite on
