Today we are in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. We left Toad River last Monday after spending the weekend. We thought we would stay at Toad River until it stopped raining, but we eventually gave up and started moving. He rains have abated, but we still seem to get showers every day. Above see a picture of a moose calf that I described in out last post.
Monday night we stopped at Laird Hot Springs, a Provincial Park, which has two Hot springs Madeline and I went dipping. The spring pool was about four feet deep. As we got closer and closer to the spring, which was at one end of the pool, the water got hotter and hotter, until eventually it was hotter than we could stand. The water was somewhat sulfurous, which I guess is supposed to help cure whatever ails you.
We met some Escapee friends, Mike and Annette; we had met them earlier in Dawson Creek, and have been traveling (Leapfrogging) with them the last several days.
Monday night we stopped at Laird Hot Springs, a Provincial Park, which has two Hot springs Madeline and I went dipping. The spring pool was about four feet deep. As we got closer and closer to the spring, which was at one end of the pool, the water got hotter and hotter, until eventually it was hotter than we could stand. The water was somewhat sulfurous, which I guess is supposed to help cure whatever ails you.
We met some Escapee friends, Mike and Annette; we had met them earlier in Dawson Creek, and have been traveling (Leapfrogging) with them the last several days.
On Tuesday night we stopped at a restaurant, by a lake, that offered free camping and a boat ride, if we ate there (Mukluk Annie’s Salmon Bake). We had a good time. The boat was a pontoon boat, captained by the man who started the restaurant seventeen years ago, is now retired (turned the business over to his sons), and operates the boat for fun. He was a raconteur, and told many entertaining stories about life in the Yukon Territories.
The following day we moved on. We had a minor mishap crossing a bridge which was being worked on by he road crew. The bridge lane was 110 inches wide – our motor home is 101 inches wide. Turns out I did not know where the sides of the motor home were, as accurately as I thought, so we now have some bad scrapes and dents on one side.
We are now in Whitehorse for a few days. Whitehorse is on the Yukon River, and is at the foot of Whitehorse Rapids, a dangerous set of rapids, named because they reminded the Klondike travelers of the heads of white horses. These would-be miners, usually bypassed the rapids, by having a commercial outfit portage their goods, and hired pilots to take their boats through them. They were required by the Canadian government to carry enough supplies to suffice them for a year – over a ton of supplies per person. After bypassing the rapids, the travelers would embark again, to travel up the Yukon River to Dawson City.
This weekend we will visit some of the local museums, catch up on our laundry, hike a little and then leave for the Klondike on Monday.
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