Calendars, Submissions

Call for photo submissions for 2016 Calendar!

Your patience has been rewarded, for you have no doubt all been waiting excitedly for the news… the theme for 2016 is “Celebration” because, well, that’s something Dawson City does very well! So, break out your photo collections and send us your best shots of Dawson’s best celebrations throughout all the seasons. The best of the lot will be chosen for the next calendar! Get the deets here.

Also, a few 2015 Calendars are still available! Get them at stores in the Yukon, or order through the website, and we’ll get one right out to you!

Stampeder experiences

Land will be very valuable next year in West Dawson…

September 16, 1898

“I was obliged to put in an application for the lot on which our house now stands, and proud I was to learn that my name heads the list and my receipt is number one in the Dawson Annex or West Dawson book. “Land will be very valuable there next year,” said the Crown Agent, “as Dawson is crowded, and filled with typhoid fever and dysentery, so that those who can get no land here, or who wish better sanitary arrangements will turn to the other side.”   —Mary E. Hitchcock

[Photos is Exterior of the two storey building with ground level porch and second storey balcony located on west Dawson [across the river]. Four men, two women and a small child are on the front porch.] Yukon Archives

Office life

Our new office pretty

Rabbit Creek Press offices just got a bit more colourful! Thanks to amazing artist and SOVA graduate Samantha Medieros, our files are slowly making their way into drawers depicting that most iconic of northern experiences: the aurora. Our work space ever so much more cheerful now! For the practical-minded, the sides of the cabinet are painted in chalkboard paint, so there’s plenty of space for scrawled notes of the creative kind. 🙂

Our offices newest showpiece! An amazing upcycled filing cabinet!
Our offices newest showpiece! An amazing upcycled filing cabinet!
Stampeder experiences

September 10, 1898

“I have not written in here for some time. I get negligent. Typhoid fever is an epidemic. The hospitals are crowded and almost every day we hear of people being found dead in their tents alone and friendless. I never felt better physically in my life and but for the awful suspense and anxiety of the war I would be one of the few exceedingly well people. As it is, I sleep very little and spend the long night staring at the ceiling of my little tent, sighing, thinking, wondering, praying that the life of one gallant young hero may be spared, when that one is all that makes life bright to me and he is facing the Spanish bullet in Santiago. If I could only hear from him and know that he is safe.

We are beginning to have twilight now and I am thankful for that. The ever lasting glare of that light is tiresome to the eyes and brain. The weather is simply lovely. The air is balmy and the evenings are cool. I am having a cabin built near my tent. Almost everyone is getting ready for winter building cabins. I went for moss today and cranberries. the woods are simply lovely and the view down the Yukon River with its pretty little islands is very picturesque. the leaves are crimson and gold and the large flocks of wild geese and ducks, cranes and other wild birds that are flying over the city continually warn us that the long winter will soon be upon us. Steamers are coming in unloading quickly and hurrying back to their different ports or going up along some of the lakes to freeze in for the winter.”

– From the diary of Clare M. Stroud Boyntan Phillips.