Finally out of British Columbia -- Hello Yukon!

Driving 45 miles an hour on average is tedious for most of us, but when you are on a road that is marked with red flags that warn you to “SLOW” because there is a very rough spot in the road, you just don’t want to go too much faster. Then there’s the fact that at some points the road is too wide and that at others, it is too narrow. It was pleasing, however, that we traveled for miles and miles without seeing another vehicle or human being. We could actually stop on the roadway and be certain that no one was going to be troubled by it.

We saw miles and miles of beautiful territory, but during the last 50 or so miles before we joined the Al-Can Highway, we saw the damage that a forest fire can do. It was horrifying to see.

Yesterday, we stopped at a place that claims to sell jade that is harvested locally. It probably is, but most of the merchandise looked like it came from China. A sales person told me that all of it was designed by them and manufactured in China. I’ve seen a lot of what they were selling at wholesale jewelry shows. Liked the rocks and the rock saws that were on display, but couldn’t “buy” into the rest of the story. 

We finally made it to Whitehorse, which is a good sized town by Western Canadian standards. Got gas, pickles, relish, and coffee flavored drinks and found a really nice campground that has fairly good WiFi.

Today, we saw two black bears, a porcupine (actually one alive and one more that was a little run down), a chipmunk who was hauling some major stuff across the highway, two moose and a squil, as in Rocky and Bullwinkle. 

We spent the night in a Provential park by a beautiful lake.  The picture is in the morning but I got some beauts the night before.  We traveled 316 miles today and unlike most days stopped around three o’clock and have enjoyed sitting on something that is not moving. Cliff made spaghetti with sausage and angel hair pasta for supper and as always when Cliff cooks, it was delicious. Had part of a Columbia Winery Cellarmaster’s Riesling, 2009, and it was very
good, if a little sweet for spaghetti.

We are now winding down and thinking about what we want to do between now and Tuesday morning when we turn in the RV. Tomorrow we are going to Dawson City where Cliff hopes to find somebody who will recite poems written by his favorite poet, Robert Service. There may actually be some other things of interest there. We shall see.

There is a lot of activity in the park and we are glad that we got here early. Looks like a busy night for this park.