in Watson Lake at 2:15 AM. It was light out. Couldn't
get back to sleep.
heard a couple drops of rain on my tent. I jumped up and was
packed and ready to leave by 5 AM. Drove to Whitehorse.
all day again. Arrived in Whitehorse, Yukon around 3PM.
Exhausted. Couldn't decide what to do. I had come to a
split in the road (the only
split). I could either continue north toward Fairbanks (which
was STILL a long way to go--about 600 hard miles) or I could take
the only other road--it lead south towards Haines, Alaska.
my last chance to turn, head south, and still make it to
Alaska. I could even catch a ferry in Haines and take it all
the way to Bellingham, Washington. Nothing to worry about,
relax, sleep, enjoy the cruise--the heck with the cost.
& Second Thoughts...
could keep going. All the way! I'd never be back here
again. Now's my chance to see the REAL Alaska! Go
north! Go north! So it won't be easy--I can do it!
a big decision. Had to think about it. Stopped in a
small restaurant. Ordered coffee through blurry eyes.
Checked out my maps. Looked through my hostel books.
There were no hostels listed in Whitehorse in either of the two
books that I had with me. At least if I had someplace close to
sleep, I could make my decision in the morning. According to
the hostel book, the next closest hostel was in Dawson City--too far
to drive tonight. Needed to do more thinking. Was
feeling kind of down. Was really considering go
Newly opened Beez Kneez Hostel, Whitehorse.
My bunk. Ahhhh...Sleep!
in Book--just opened
a phone booth, and called my son, Luciano, at work just to say,
"Hello", tell him where I was, and the decision that I was trying to
make. Sometimes it helps to talk to someone else. His
co-worker answered the phone. Luciano wasn't in the
office. So I asked the man to tell Luciano that his mother
called to say, "Hello from Whitehorse in the Yukon."
to drive a little ways into Whitehorse to see what it looked
like. Maybe if I found someplace to stay, I'd stay.
Then, like a miracle, I saw a very little sign low on the
roadside. It said, "Hostel" and pointed toward
Whitehorse! That was it! That was all I needed to decide
whether or not I was going to take the road south to Haines or stay
on the road north to Fairbanks. Fairbank it was!
The Yukon River. Photo taken from the dock in Whitehorse.
The "Klondike" on the Yukon.
Visited the "Beringia" Interpretive Center just outside Whitehorse..
it's a Woolly Mammoth.
& Right: After I left Whitehorse and headed towards Dawson
City, I drove by mile after mile of forests devestated by
wildfires. ALL the vegetation was destroyed. And this
was from a fire that happened DECADES ago! I read that it
takes an extremely long time for the forests of the far north to
recover because there is such a short summer season.
that? There's one in the picture on the right--that big "rock
thing" that had my car parked in front of it.
Further up the road I stopped restaurant/general store for a cup of
coffee. The store was also the "Official Check Point for the
Yukon Quest Dog Sled Race.
If these dogs look like they were in "attack mode", the were!
I now know where the phrase, 'let sleeping dogs lie' comes
from. Here's what happened. When I walked into the store
for coffee, the dogs were fine and friendly when I walked by them.
came out of the store and saw them quietly asleep on the porch I
just had to take their picture. So I crouched down, pointed my
camera. Snap! They moved so fast I caught them in
"mid-attack". But they didn't bite. They just jumped up,
lungd at me showing their teeth and placed their growling muzzels
firmly against my thigh. I froze and let out a little yelp of
my own! The owner ran out and got the dogs by the
collar. I explained that it was my fault. I should have
thought ahead that it might startle them to wake up to someone
kneeling down about 2 feet from them and flashing a light in their
faces. No harm done. I'll never do that again.