I think God, in His blessings, redeems our memories.

I have the best memories of my seven years in the Yukon.

I could tell long stories about each photo.

“Big Charlie” was the chief of a band the last time I talked to his son, a couple of years ago. He ran the generators that provided electricity for Destruction Bay when I lived there.

Destruction Bay had a one-room schoolhouse with 12 students in grades 1-8. We also had a gas station, hotel, one RCMP, two park rangers, a post office lady, and a road maintenance crew of five. I started at the gas station and moved to the highway maintenance crew over time.

My truck is the blue one. We’re going prospecting.

My friend, Al, was still gold mining the last time I talked with him. While I lived in Destruction Bay, I helped him stake placer claims. We are prospecting here, but when Al found color, he soon moved his Cat and sluice boxes in.