Life in Old Crow a mix of old ways, modern frills
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On January 13, 1992, I got off a large, orange DC-3 aircraft and set foot in Old Crow, Yukon Territory. Friends thought I was nuts wanting to spend my vacation in a place where normal food consists of dried Caribou meat and bannock instead of icy drinks and coconuts, but I had another purpose in mind.
With populations in more temperate regions undecided in how the economy and environment should be run, I thought it could be interesting to delve into the basic beliefs and culture of a people who, for the most part, still depend on the land for sustenance.