The Dawson City Museum

Curiosity got the best of me this afternoon and I decided to use my break to check out the Dawson City Museum. As side note, this was the first time I had to pay admission to a Dawson attraction. The fee is $9 for adults, but I was given the student rate of $7.50. Even at nine bucks, I wouldn’t have squawked!

The museum is housed in the old Territorial Administration Building and contains enough exhibits to occupy an hour or two. It is the ubiquitous museum found in capital cities that discusses the history of the area from prehistoric times to today.

when gazing upon this magnificent structure, remember that in the early 1900's, Dawson was the largest city west of Winnipeg and north of San Francisco, and was the Territorial capital!

when gazing upon this magnificent structure, remember that in the early 1900s, Dawson was the largest city west of Winnipeg and north of San Francisco, and was the Territorial capital!

"By 1900 most of the rough edges of early Dawson had disappeared."

“By 1900 most of the rough edges of early Dawson had disappeared.”

descriptions of the routes to the goldfields

descriptions of the routes to the goldfields

Plaque about Percy Dewolfe, 'The Iron Man of the North' who for 35 years carried mail between Dawson and Eagle, AK

Plaque about Percy Dewolfe, ‘The Iron Man of the North’ who for 35 years carried mail between Dawson and Eagle, AK

Percy Dewolfe. There is a dog sled race held in his honour every year.

Percy Dewolfe. There is a dog sled race held in his honour every year.

Plaque supporting my earlier claim of the importance of Dawson in the early 20th century.

Plaque supporting my earlier claim of the importance of Dawson in the early 20th century.

When a telegraph wire finally linked Dawson and Lake Bennett, Dawson had contact with the outside world and the newspaper industry boomed.

When a telegraph wire finally linked Dawson and Lake Bennett, Dawson had contact with the outside world and the newspaper industry boomed.

I've written before about the British Bank of North America and how it started in a tent. This is what the tent looked like. :)

I’ve written before about the British Bank of North America and how it started in a tent. This is what the tent looked like. πŸ™‚

the money sent to fund the bank was stamped with DAWSON or YUKON to identify it in case of a hold up

the money sent to fund the bank was stamped with DAWSON or YUKON to identify it in case of a hold up

a couple of panels about the geological history of Dawson, which neglects to mention how man and his dredges created the landscape we see today

a couple of panels about the geological history of Dawson, which neglects to mention how man and his dredges created the landscape we see today

the North West Mounted Police kept law and order in Dawson; there was very little violent crime

the North West Mounted Police kept law and order in Dawson; there was very little violent crime

description of placer mining, as opposed to the type of mining done in Val D'or, QC (my first stop on my RVing journey)

description of placer mining, as opposed to the type of mining done in Val D’or, QC (my first stop on my RVing journey)

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interpreters demonstrating a 'rocker box'

interpreters demonstrating a ‘rocker box’

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$20 worth of gold!

$20 worth of gold!

this was my favourite part of the museum

this was my favourite part of the museum

plaque discussing how museums often only display the best stuff

plaque discussing how museums often only display the best stuff

rows and rows of artefacts, awesome

rows and rows of artefacts, awesome

there was a large exhibit about prostitution in Dawson

there was a large exhibit about prostitution in Dawson

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entrance to the courtroom

entrance to the courtroom

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the courtroom is still used every few months when the circuit judge comes

the courtroom is still used every few months when the circuit judge comes

plaque about the history of the Territorial Administration Building and its architectural style (typical of the era)

plaque about the history of the Territorial Administration Building and its architectural style (typical of the era)

a grand old staircase; typical of the government building architecture in Dawson in the early 20th century

My trip to the museum answered one of the most burning questions I have been pondering about placer mining: why were shafts dug in the winter when the ground had to be thawed. Surely, that was a lot of work! The answer is that by digging in the winter, the miners didn’t need to build supports for the shafts.

The Dawson City Museum is a respectable institution that offers good value for the admission charge. It sums up most of the other attractions and is probably the one thing you should see if you only have an afternoon in Dawson. But, oh, what a shame that would be. πŸ™‚

I still have quite a few attractions left to see, but am glad that I have now nailed down all the big ones!

Level Headed

The topic du jour at the Escapees forum is electric levelers. This is what I had to say:

I have a class C without levelers. Leveling for me involves parking in as flat a spot as possible and then going inside to see where I’m tilting. I then eyeball how many levelers I might need (mine are wood and custom made by the previous-previous owner). I drive onto the levelers, then go back into see how I’m doing. Come back out and make adjustments (which usually involves kneeling in mud). Back, forth, up down, ha, perfect! Then when I get ready to leave I have to drive off and pick up the levelers (usually buried in mud or frozen to the ground). Sometimes the ground is so soft the levelers on the passenger side jump up and jam against my exhaust pipe. Once I have the levelers in hand (and am covered in mud), I have to put them away. They take up a whole compartment and become a home for spiders and other critters, so pulling them out is always an adventure.

Needless to say, my next rig will be one that has electric levelers. When I hit the road, I thought those things were frivolous. I was so naΓ―ve (and much less mud splattered).

Improvements to the 9th Ave and Lookout Trails

The Dawson parks and recreation folks have been busy making wonderful improvements to the 9th Ave and Lookout Trails. I borrowed Oz this afternoon and set off for the Lookout to see what was the same and what was different.

Oz all gussied up in his new harness

Oz all gussied up in his new harness

these stairs lead up from the ninth ave trail to Mary McLeod Road, a vast improvement over a slippery almost vertical slope!

these stairs lead up from the ninth ave trail to Mary McLeod Road, a vast improvement over a slippery almost vertical slope!

the trailhead for the Lookout Trail used to be very hard to locate, but now there's no mistaking it

the trailhead for the Lookout Trail used to be very hard to locate, but now there’s no mistaking it

looking down the Yukon River towards Alaska

looking down the Yukon River towards Alaska

Dawson from the Lookout

Dawson from the Lookout

ferry and Top of the World Highway from the Lookout

ferry and Top of the World Highway from the Lookout

There are three changes to the Lookout Trail:

1) the trailhead is now clearly marked and easy to find;

2) the Ninth Ave trail follows the Lookout Trail for a spell and then branches off to the left; I’ll need to come back to see how far it goes;

3) the Lookout Trail is slowly being extended up towards the Slide. There was a bit of a trail last year, but now it is obviously being turned into a proper, maintained, trail.

Good job, parks and rec!

Oz was great; curious but not to the point of tugging at his leash and willing to match my pace. I love our dates! πŸ˜€

The S.S. Keno

The S.S. Keno is a paddleboat that hauled cargo up and down the Yukon from the early 1920s to the mid 1950s. When the road to Keno City was built in the ’50s, paddlewheelers fell out of favour. For one thing, they were using wood at such a rate that there was a risk of running out of trees! The completion of the Klondike highway to Dawson City was the nail in the paddlewheelers coffin.

On August 23, 1960, the S.S. Keno began her final journey from Whitehorse to Dawson City where she would be dry docked forever and turned into a museum. Today, she is a National Historic Site.

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the interpreter thought it would be funny to wear a life jacket today :)

the interpreter thought it would be funny to wear a life jacket today πŸ™‚

Laura Berton was the mother of Pierre Berton's mother

Laura Berton was the mother of Pierre Berton’s mother

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I wouldn't have wanted the cabin with the beam running through it!

I wouldn’t have wanted the cabin with the beam running through it!

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My favourite part of the exhibit was the movie! It was filmed in August 1960 and documents the S.S. Keno’s final voyage. It answered one of my most burning questions about the Klondike: how did ships pass through Five Finger Rapids? The movie is also good for comic relief when a man waxes poetically about how much easier life was then compared to the 1920’s since modern technology had brought about DDT and mosquitoes were no longer a problem…

Visiting the S.S. Keno takes about an hour and fills in yet another gap of Dawson’s history.

Red Spheres of Deliciousness

I asked a friend who has a small farm with greenhouse if he could bring me some tomatoes. Sure!

This is what I found on my porch last night:

Give a gal tomatoes, you feed her for a few days. Give her tomato plants and you feed her for a summer. πŸ™‚

There’s already one on its way:

I was told to repot and stake the plants when they get bigger:

My outdoor shower lines up with the end of the porch, so the plants are in perfect position for watering. I was told to keep them nice and wet, so not having to deal with watering cans and whatnot will make it so much easier to get into the habit of keeping Larry, Curly, and Moe happy.

(yes, I’m silly, but I’m not going to change at my age. πŸ˜€ )