It was jammed in the ice,
but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and
I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry,
"is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Nice one! You don't belong to the demographic that I expect to be quoting Robert Service.
I read that story a lot when I was young. I didn't realize how close Lake LaBerge was to Whitehorse, or that it was even a real place for that matter.
well you definitely need to come up and orienteer on the new map then ;-)