Chapter 3: The Eddy

Days after the Great Dawson Flood of 1979, I arrived in Dawson City from Mexico. An ice jam on the Yukon River had forced water over the riverbank during the spring break and back through the sewer system into the town. Buildings that had stood on the shifting permafrost since the Gold Rush were unsettled further and board sidewalks scattered about by the flood waters like jumbled matchsticks. The paintings I had stored in a riverfront shack during my time in Mexico were destroyed — watercolours, drawings, oil paintings, antique frames and other brick-a-brack I planned to use in my new art — all stained and warped beyond repair, or turned to mush. I was devastated by the loss.

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