A Shameful Discovery at the Discovery Bar

Since the general public has learned that the famous Discovery Bar (or Taku Arms) is closing its doors, things within the pub have started disappearing. The owner, Ed Isaak, had all kinds of antique memorabilia – musical instruments, bottles, artwork, and even an old tricycle – plastered all over the ceiling and walls, and a few weeks ago, staff started noticing items going missing. I think the last straw was the disappearance of a couple of bar stools. Yew…I wouldn’t want to see those under blue lights during a crime scene investigation.

These disappearing acts prompted the owner to start taking things home early. So, in the last couple of weeks, if you were to walk inside, you’d notice bare walls and ceiling. Even the bell was taken down, as it appeared that someone was contemplating walking out with it. What a shame. The brass foot rail surrounding the bar was also taken off, so imagine how funny it must look from the bartender’s perspective seeing people almost lose their balance when expecting the rail to be there.

Anyway, last night was the the last opportunity for Yukoners to say their goodbyes to the place. I wasn’t there, but I’m sure it was bursting at the seams. I’m looking forward to hearing stories of how things went, and I wonder if, just if, people managed to find anything worth stealing. It’ll be interesting to see where all these items will reappear. Yes, what a shame.

Shedding Her Gown

Autumn in Northern Ontario

Colours flutter all around

And piles of leaves abound

Nothing heard except the sound

Of rustling leaves on ground


Yellow, orange, red, and brown

Multicolours draping down

On every face removes the frown

When Mother Nature sheds her gown

Weddings Stir Memories

Marc & Diane

My brother & his bride

Remember when I talked about how stress-free my wedding was? This doesn’t mean that I don’t think big weddings are beautiful. My brother got married this summer (in Timmins, ON), frills and all, and it was lovely. The part I like best about big weddings is that you get to see family you haven’t seen in eons. This is especially exhilarating for someone like me who lives over 4800 km from home.

Dancing

One of my uncles, whom I hadn’t seen in years, decided to come to the wedding with his four daughters. He’s close to my age, so we were very close growing up. Tears of joy streamed my face when I spotted him at the rehearsal. He’s often remembered for the pranks he liked to play on people as a kid, and I was often his target.

One spring while visiting my grandma’s farm, we were walking along a trail when he suddenly stopped and pointed to a plant.

“This,” he said, “is poison ivy…you better not touch it or you’ll end up with an itchy rash all over your arm.”

“Really? Okay…” I backed away from it and kept walking, being extra careful not to come near it.

A few feet further he points to another plant and reassures me: “This one’s okay, you can touch this one.”

Stupid me, what do I do? Reach out and touch it. It didn’t take long for the plant to work its magic and I ended up running back to the farm crying. My grandmother’s high-pitched yell still resonnates in my ears: “Phi-li-pe!!!!”

Yup, he was in trouble again, but all that is forgiven now.

Honeymooning on Gabriola Island & Telegraph Cove

This great country of ours has so much beauty. Honeymooners generally seek a place that is breathtaking, quiet, and intimate. We found such a place for our own honeymoon, or should I say, such places.

First, we stayed in a friend’s home on Gabriola Island. For those who have never been there, think of rainforest meets ocean. What a paradise. It’s fairly quiet, considering that you have to take two ferries from the mainland to get there. Like the Yukon, it attracts many artisans and artists. Unfortunately, it’s one of those best kept secrets that got out, which means higher costs to purchase real estate.

Gabriola Island

Lighthouse View from Gabriola Island

Smidgen on Gabriola

Lush Greenery on Gabriola (and Smidgen)

The next place we went to was a tiny area called Telegraph Cove. It’s been in the news lately due to a diesel fuel spill nearby. The tiny community consists of a few historic buildings, an enormous RV park, and two huge homes surrounded by lots ready for sale. Friends of ours own one of the homes and rent it out as a vacation home (Drift Inn). The views are spectacular.

Telegraph Cove

Historic Building at Telegraph Cove, B.C.

View from Drift Inn

View from Drift Inn at Telegraph Cove

I recorded the view on video using my camera, which I will post shortly.

Customer Service in Whitehorse Stores

Have you heard about customer service in Whitehorse? Most comments I’ve heard aren’t very positive, but apparently, there’s a drastic shortage of service workers in town. That surely doesn’t help our customer service situation.

With the start of the school year, I needed to get several school supplies which brought me into our local “big” office supply store. For those of you unfamiliar with it, their counters are an upside-down U-shape with a cash register in each corner of the U. I spotted a cashier behind one of the counters (all others were empty), so I made my way to her counter.

I put my goods down and stood there for a moment, waiting to be acknowledged: no luck.

I made noise with my keys: still, no luck.

I cleared my throat (loud enough to be heard): still, no luck.

I said: “Hello-o!” Finally! She looks up, and without moving, simply says, “that cash is closed, you’ll have to come to the other side, then continued with whatever she was doing.
Now keep in mind that the two cash registers are behind the same counter, and it’s just a matter of her taking an extra step or two toward me. But the problem here wasn’t that I had to move my stuff to the other side of the “U”, that wasn’t such a big deal. Afterall, that particular counter was closed. The problem was the feeling of being ignored. So, once I picked up all my stuff to bring to the other side only to be served by the same cashier, I just couldn’t hold my tongue.

I said: “So, do you normally just ignore people who don’t happen to be standing at the right counter?”

“I didn’t ignore you,” she responded.

“I have to say, that’s what it felt like.”

“I thought you were one of our staff,” was her reply.

Now, I don’t know about you, but the last time I checked, staff usually wear bright red polo shirts. I didn’t have a speck of red on me, except maybe my nail polish. She obviously didn’t even look.

I know I may be sounding a bit negative here, but if it was a one time deal, it happens. I could deal with a store that has decent service and the odd bad day. But it wasn’t the first time I’d had this kind of service.

I guess in a way I was partly to blame. I hate box stores and I still found myself going there for the sake of convenience. I stand guilty. I think it’ll be Whitehorse Business Machines for me from now on. Afterall, No One Makes You Shop at Wal-Mart.

You want a more positive story?

During my first year in Whitehorse, I found myself working as a bank teller, which meant being on my feet all day. Since I liked to dress business-like, I needed a good pair of comfortable flat dress shoes. During my lunch break, I took a walk down the block to Shoes “R” Us, where I got an excellent, albeit expensive, pair of flat dress shoes.

Women’s shoe manufacturers tend to like to skip size 9½, which happens to be my size. After size 9, you can rarely find half sizes. As a result, I often end up with ill-fitting shoes. Anyway, to make a long story short, I buy a pair of shoes, and a couple of months later, one shoe is coming apart on one side. I take them in to the store only expecting to have them shipped for repair (because at the time there were no shoe repair stores in Whitehorse). The store owner took one look at the shoes, went to the back to get another pair (one size larger), and brought them back. These weren’t cheap shoes; as a matter of fact, I had never paid so much before for a pair of shoes. However, five years later, I still wear them, and they still look like new.

So, is all customer service bad in Whitehorse? Obviously not. I’ve had excellent service in many businesses: Coffee Tea & Spice, Whitehorse Business Machines, Shoes “R” Us, and The Java Connection to name a few. Unfortunately, the bad experiences tend to stay with us, I think, because they evoke stronger emotion. I’ve heard of studies indicating that when a business deals with a customer service problem quickly and efficiently, the customer in question ends up with a higher level of satisfaction and loyalty than if nothing had ever happened. I don’t know if it’s true, but it’s certainly good practice.

Smidgen


Smidgen

Originally uploaded by yukoncarole
I’m trying Michael’s suggestion by using the Flickr uploader for pictures. So this is more of a test.
My dog, Smidgen, doesn’t mind having her picture pasted all over the Internet.

The only problem is that Flickr keeps giving me the message that the upload failed, so I kept trying and ended up with 6 or 7 “Smidgen” posts….I guess I’ll ignore the “failed” message. Okay, I’m getting somewhere.

I Want to Scream!!!

Can anyone recommend a good service for blogs that is user-friendly and has most bugs worked out of it? Has anyone tried bloglines? I’ve heard some positive stuff about it.

I’m going to have to switch my blog to a different service. Every time I want to upload pictures, goofy things happen and I end up spending too much time trying to fix things. This WordPress service is supposed to be meant for people who aren’t computer programmers, but gives that bit of flexibility to those who do know some html. My husband is a computer programmer, but I don’t want to have to go to him to “fix” something each time I want to post. There are so many bugs and quirks, that I’m fed up!

Pictures don’t align the way I want them to, spaces appear or disappear, views change. That’s it! Time to move on.

Grrrrr!!!!!!!

New Bridge, Old Train

Weddings, trains, fishing, camping, honeymoon, trips, back to school, and the list of reasons why I haven’t been writing goes on. So, the next couple of posts will bring you up to speed regarding my summer.

After my wedding, I went to Skagway, AK with a friend, Deb, that was visiting from Ontario. I couldn’t count the number of times I’d been to Skagway, and Deb had already been, so we decided to check out the White Pass & Yukon Route (WP&YR), which was something new for both of us. The narrow-gauge railroad built during the 1898 Gold Rush takes visitors through the mountains with breathtaking views.

We did the summit route, which was pretty exciting. One nice thing about the trip is that it doesn’t matter which side of the train you sit on, because at the summit, they get people to flip their seats (to face the opposite direction) and then to switch sides. This way, everyone gets to sit on the scenic side of the train.

Unfortunately, many tourists have an inability to grasp simple directions. Either they just sit there looking confused while others stand and flip the seats, or they try to keep their seats, not wanting to switch. It wasn’t too much of a big deal since the train wasn’t full, but I can’t imagine what it would be like with a full load, as it is usually the case on Wednesdays. Other than this and the 15-year old (?) announcer who didn’t seem to know how to work the microphone, the ride was wonderful.

Here are a few pics:

Train on a Bridge

YP&YR

Views from WP&YR

We also visited the new Yukon Suspension Bridge, though technically it’s in B.C. Anyway, I felt it was definitely worth it. The people who work there were wonderful: very knowledgeable and friendly. There’s a neat relief map of the area, huge interpretive displays, and a nice gift store (not the tacky souvenir type).

Yukon Suspension Bridge Building

Yukon Suspension Bridge

Relief Map

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