Brock and Becca: Adventures In The Yukon

By Lois W. Marlatt

Brock and Becca enjoy many adventures in the Yukon and Alaska. They see lots of wild animals and birds, and none of them are in cages. Two flat tires at the same time on the lonely Dempster highway leading to the Arctic Circle was a worry, but Mom’s disappearance in a museum was of greater concern. A helicopter ride to a glacier was really exciting. Panning for gold and finding some helped the children to understand why miners were willing to risk their lives in the Gold Rush of the late 1800’s. Your children will learn about Canada while being entertained with interesting and exciting stories in the Brock and Becca series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Books for Pleasure
• Release date: Oct 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781553490951

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BROCK AND BECCA

ADVENTURES

IN THE

YUKON

Written by Lois W. Marlatt

Illustrated by Gil Agis

Copyright Lois W. Marlatt 2003

All rights reserved

ISBN# 978-1-55349-095-1

Published by Books for Pleasure at Smashwords

CHAPTER 1

"Kids, come here,’’ Dad called one evening after supper.

Becca and I joined Dad at the dining room table. He was looking at the cover of a map that showed a brown bear standing in water. The bear was watching a fish that had just jumped out of the water. In front of Dad was our atlas, open at a map of Canada.

Kids, he began again, since I have two weeks’ vacation coming, this Saturday we are leaving for the Yukon. You live in the province of Ontario. That’s here, he said as he pointed to the map, and this is where we are going.

Becca and I looked at the map. Even on a map it seemed a long way.

We will fly out early Saturday morning, Dad continued, stop at Calgary to change planes, and then go on to Vancouver on the west coast. Do you remember when we went to Halifax? It was on the east coast. Now we are going in the opposite direction. From Vancouver we will fly almost straight north to Whitehorse.

Do they have white horses in Whitehorse? Becca asked.

Kid sisters are so dumb.

Dad laughed. Maybe they do, Becca, he replied. I do know they have wild animals.

Are we going to see lions and tigers?

Dad laughed again.

Before he could answer, I spoke up. Not beavers, I hope. Ever since we took that trip to Manitoulin Island, I’ve learned all there is to know about beavers.

You can never know everything, Brock, Dad replied, before turning to Becca.

No lions or tigers, Becca, but deer, moose, lynx, and bears. There will be enough wild animals to make you happy.

We’re going to the Yukon, we’re going to the Yukon, Becca sang as she danced with her doll, Krissy, around the dining room table.

Becca is only six so I suppose that was why she acted so silly. I am almost nine.

Mother came in at that moment and said to Dad, I see you have told the children.

Dad nodded, so Mother continued. "This will be a very different vacation for all of us. There are not many people living in the Yukon, and the places where most of them live are not very close together. That means we will spend a certain amount of time just driving from one place to another. When we arrive, we will be busy with everything I have planned to see and do.

You may be up later at night than when you are home, and you will notice that it does not get dark just because it is past your regular bedtime. There are only four hours of darkness each day in the Yukon in July. That means we will go to bed while it is still light out. You children can always catch up on your sleep in the car as we travel.

Meals will be at odd times as well. Do you think you two can handle that?"

Yes! Yes! Yes! we shouted.

The days flew by, and Saturday arrived.

The first thing I heard was Mom calling, Time to get up. It is 3:15, and we have to be out of the house by 4:30.

I did not want to get up, but I did. When I looked out of the window, all the houses I could see were in darkness.

Dad said he would drive to the airport and leave our car there, instead of taking a limo. That was different because we always used a limo.

The airport was much smaller than the one we usually went to, and little by little it filled with people. Everybody seemed very quiet, but it was early.

I liked to watch people in airports. I wondered where they were going and what they would to do when they got there.

A man came in and sat down across from me. He started to read a newspaper, and then he put it down. Before I knew it,