My evening went something like this:

It was a bit cooler after 8 so I decided to take the bike out and maybe even go into town to see how easy it is to get into town by bike.

I met a very nice lawyer from California who is motorbiking around the north and staying in a tent set up next to my car. Talk lead to more talk and an invitation to join him and another gentleman at the Downtown Hotel for a special Dawson City drink around nine.

Which is how I found myself kissing a mummified human toe floating in Yukon Jack whiskey and becoming an official inductee of the Sourtoe Cocktail Club. I’m proud to say I went first!

The pictures in this gallery are not for the faint of heart. Bwa ha ha.

he just made a dirty (and obviously hysterical) joke)

down the hatch (loved the whisky!)

(And, yes, I am reasonably confident in saying that it IS a human toe and not a prank pulled by locals on tourists.)