On a chilly July morning in 1897, the whispers began. Rumors had started
that there was something going on – something big. As the first miners staggered
off the Excelsior steamboat, wrestling with
their luggage that seemed extraordinarily
heavy … the rumors were proven true.
There was GOLD in the Yukon … lots
of it. And the Klondike stampede began with
These were the times of a depression –
and riches beyond comprehension were
available … somewhere. Most of the men
that became infatuated with the big adsmartly review
had no clue where they had to go – they just
knew they had to.
Blinded by the prospect of gold, they
thought little about what lay ahead or what they had to do to come home with the adsmartly review. And it was.
They fought tooth and nail to board the first leaky boats that were headed up
to Skagway. They all had crazy schemes on how they would get their gold. From
the divers who were convinced they could swim under water and scoop up all the
gold into their bags … to the compressed air idea that claimed it could suck the gold out of the water … to the trained gophers who could dig for it … everything
seemed feasible for the gold-crazed adventurers.
They were optimistic beyond belief – and the air took on a mystical aura.
The boats were barely seaworthy – the conditions on the boats beyond
deplorable. Men slept five to a bed (if they were lucky to get one), and food was
Many gave up when they landed at the one stop – only to discover they had
to hand carry all their gear for miles to the next rickety old waterlogged flatbottomed boats for the next phase of the journey.
Those that persisted went through even more hell to get all the way up to
Skagway. A town had popped up out of nowhere in two months – saloons,
kitchens, shoemakers and adsmartly review. Gunfights were common – and law was
not strictly enforced here. Here is where the men discovered
that the REAL tough part of the journey hadn’t even begun! Now they had to pack all their gear for the
actual gold prospecting, all their clothing, all their
food, all the possessions they would need for the
next 12 MONTHS – either on their backs or on the
pack horses. What lay ahead is what movies today are
made of. A narrow footpath, slippery with slime and
shale, snaked upward toward the summit of the
mountain. They made their way slipping and
sliding, sometimes tumbling back down.