Deep Lake to Lindeman City

The afternoon’s hike was super easy. In fact, this day was the only one that I would qualify as being effortless. It was a real treat!

Shortly after leaving Deep Lake, we came upon the remains of an old canvas boat as well as a sled. It was here that we began to leave the alpine terrain behind and began to head down into boreal forest.

We arrived mid-afternoon at Lindeman City, the largest campground of the Chilkoot Trail. There are two tenting areas, we stayed at the upper near the warden’s cabin. Lindeman City is a lovely spot on a turquoise lake and it’s flat, something not very common on the Chilkoot Trail!

Lindeman City felt like ‘civilization.’ There is a warden’s cabin on site as well as a museum. Moreover, we arrived on the eve of Parks Canada Day, so we were treated to a Robert Service recital after dinner! The warden also served up treats of cookies and fruit salad. We had had fresh vegetables every day, but no fresh fruit. Canned fruit mixed with fresh apples was quite possibly the yummiest thing I have ever eaten!

After the ‘show’, several of us went for a walk to see the cemetery above Lindeman City and also to visit the lower campground. We saw a family of ptarmigans en route. They are silly birds who are not afraid of people, hence why they were such a popular food source during the gold rush.

old canvas boat and a sled

old canvas boat and a sled

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big country

big country

first glimpse of Lake Lindeman

first glimpse of Lake Lindeman

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cabin at the upper campground

cabin at the upper campground

picnic table with view over the lake

picnic table with view over the lake

a cute little new friend of mine

a cute little new friend of mine

soaking my sore feet in icy water (I twisted the left one going over the pass and it was pretty big by this point!)

soaking my sore feet in icy water (I twisted the left one going over the pass and it was pretty big by this point!)

the river, the lake, the fireweed, the mountains, the majesty of it all...

the river, the lake, the fireweed, the mountains, the majesty of it all…

I asked Victor if he needed help whipping the mousse. No, no, thanks! But a minute and a half later, he handed me the bowl. So much work, but such yumminess!

I asked Victor if he needed help whipping the mousse. No, no, thanks! But a minute and a half later, he handed me the bowl. So much work, but such yumminess!

the interpretive tent at Lake Lindeman

the interpretive tent at Lake Lindeman

this guy knew his Robert Service and also had no inhibitions...

this guy knew his Robert Service and also had no inhibitions…

a slightly less traumatizing costume

a slightly less traumatizing costume

bury me here...

bury me here…

a grave at the cemetery overlooking Lake Lindeman

a grave at the cemetery overlooking Lake Lindeman

early morning at Lindeman

early morning at Lindeman

Mark started each day with a Robert Service poem. He saved the best for last and is here reading 'The Cremation of Sam McGee'

Mark started each day with a Robert Service poem. He saved the best for last and is here reading ‘The Cremation of Sam McGee’