Rory, my trusty truck, and I are going on the trip of a lifetime!
Three hundred thirty six miles to travel; we were told this would be the longest travel day of the entire trip. Mo and Sally were leaving at 0700 or earlier; Harry and Linda would leave at 8:30. We were warned of frost heaves after Pelly Crossing, around mile 180. There might be construction, as well. So, June 28th, we set out. Continue reading “Day Thirty Four: Whitehorse to Dawson City”
Today was one of those days which made my decision to do my trip through an RV tour company seem brilliant. While I appreciate the fact that I’m not traveling alone and I’ve made some great friends, the activities we get to do have all been just great. On this particular day, there is zero chance I would have gone to the place on my own; every single person on the tour said the same thing. But it was just an amazing experience and we all loved every minute of it. Continue reading “Day Thirty Three: Completely Amazing”
Our first full day in Whitehorse started with a tour bus trip around the city. The campground is south of the city; on the way there, a turnoff to Miles Canyon is marked. We stopped at a viewpoint overlooking the canyon prior to heading downtown. When the first stampeders came up from their long journey towards the gold fields, they had to cross the Yukon river. Miles Canyon was a real challenge, with cliffs that narrow significantly and speed the flow of the river, lots of boiling rapids, etc. It has been tamed to some degree, with a dam that generates , most of the electricity for the province. It’s still an impressive sight, though. I wouldn’t want to fall in, that’s for sure. Continue reading “Day Thirty Two: Whitehorse, Yukon’s Capital”
Hard to believe it’s been a month since I left Indiana. It feels like yesterday and feels like a lifetime ago. My days on the road are so different than my day to day life in the real world. It’s insulating, in some ways, and so exhilarating. Continue reading “Day Thirty One: Watson Lake to Whitehorse”
This would be a really short travel day, as it was only a few hours between the campgrounds. However, we had a deadline, as Mo wanted everyone to walk over together to hang the sign. Mine was as ready as I could get it. I had put two eye screws into the back and put some heavy gauge wire to hang it with. Continue reading “Day Thirty: Watson Lake”
