This morning, I woke up at 3:20 am. It was already light. I put my bag out for the handlers to pick up, then went back to sleep for another 2 hours.
Merrianne and I went across the street to Tim Horton’s for breakfast.Most of the day was spent on the bus, making the long drive from Whitehorse to Dawson. There were rest stops along the way, of course. At one point, our driver, Dave, stopped the bus and pointed out an eagle in a tree. I got a picture of it, but not a very good one. Can you see the eagle?
We stopped at the Braeburn Lodge to look around. The most interesting thing there were 3 sled dogs, chewing on moose legs.
There were also ravens and magpies hanging around, hoping to sneak some scraps.Lunch was at the Moose Creek Lodge, prepared by First Nation (Canada’s name for what we call Native Americans) people, and served cafeteria style. It was a generous meal of fruit, salad, bread, soup, and dessert.
There were a few mosquitoes in the area. I got a bite, but it healed after half an hour.Back on the bus, it was a boring stretch of road, and combined with the heavy lunch, many people took a nap.
We arrived in Dawson at about 5 pm. There were sporadic drops of rain falling. When we got to our room, we found that two other friends from the tour, Bill and Donna Whiteus, were already there – we all had keys for room 248. We settled the matter at the front desk by taking 246.
Steve, Jackie, Merrianne, and I walked around town, then had dinner at Sourdough Joe’s. We walked the dyke (the Canadian name for levee) on the Yukon River for a while.We also strolled onto the 9th street trail.Near the entrance to the trail, was a library box.
