Dawson City

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RV Park Guest Etiquette (or Rae Needs to Get Some Stuff Off Her Chest)

Here are some tips to be a better RV park guest:

1) If there is a big pink sign on the door that the office closes at say, 8, and you walk in at 8:10, don’t act all huffy that the camphost won’t let you surf for a half hour and be grateful that she allows you a few minutes to send off an ‘important’ email;

2) If checking in as a group, have one person per rig go into the office to register. If you go in en mass and start talking amongst yourselves (especially in a foreign language) and keep on interrupting the check in process to ask the host questions she said she would answer after everyone was checked in don’t get huffy if the check in process is slow and/or she forgets to give you the code for the wireless internet and/or she asks you the same question more than once;

3) Don’t shoot the messenger informing you that the internet is down. Shoot the idiot who crashed the system by trying to download a massive file;

4) If the camphost is counting money, please do her a favour and let her finish, especially if you plan to launch into a tirade about the internet.

5) If you are in, say, the men’s washroom and there is a knock at the door, answer. If you don’t, you have no business yelling at the female camphost who assumed there was no one in the room since no one answered the knock, and entered to make sure the facilities were clean and the toilet paper topped up.

There, I feel better. 😀

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An Evening at Gertie’s

Last night, I met at Diamond Tooth Gertie’s the cyclists I picked up on Friday.

We ended up staying for all three shows, at 8:30, 10:30, and midnight. We were there four and a half hours! I wish I had known that it’s okay to take pictures of the shows.

The 8:30 wound up being my favourite. It’s the most ‘cancan-y’ of the three, with lots of swirling petticoats and leg kicks. The 10:30 wasn’t bad, but it was more song than dance. The midnight show was disappointing. I’d been told it was the most flamboyant and naughty show, but I found it less flamboyant and naughty than the 10:30.

What amused me the most about the evening was how many people came into Gertie’s and gravitated to my table. I didn’t realise how many folks I’m friendly with! Even Mark and Victor, the guides from the Chilkoot, walked in at one point, fresh off the Yukon River from guiding a canoe trip! Talk about an authentic gold rush experience; discussing our slog over the Chilkoot at Diamond Tooth Gerties!

I hadn’t had a night out in too long, so a couple of pints, some pizza, entertainment, and conversation were just what I needed. The best part is that thanks to my season pass, the evening only cost me twenty dollars. Of course, it helps that I didn’t gamble!

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Klondike Kate’s Restaurant

Klondike Kate’s is one of the most popular restaurants in Dawson.

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The restaurant is housed in a 1904 building that has continuously housed businesses, making it one of the oldest still operating buildings in Dawson.

Having had a very quick peek at the menu in June and finding the prices steeper than the restaurant at the Triple J, I hadn’t bothered to go to Kate’s, especially since the place is always packed. Today, I decided mid-afternoon to go check it out, figuring that it would be quiet at 3.

Service at Kate’s wound up being disappointing. I was quickly handed a menu and a glass of water, but I had to wait at least ten minutes to order when the restaurant was completely empty. The food came quickly, though, and scratched an itch that will probably never be satisfied until I return to Ottawa for a visit. I had a decent enough… falafel sandwich.

YES! There is falafel to be found in Dawson City!!! Unfortunately, it’s Greek-style falafel, not Lebanese. *sighs* What’s the difference? Thick, pocketless pita and tzatziki (Greek) vs. thin, pocketed pita and tahini (Lebanese). The falafel balls themselves were satisfying, though. The meal came with fries, coleslaw, and a pickle (an abomination, LOL!) and came to 16$ with a tip. Oh, I miss authentic Lebanese falafel sandwiches for 2 or 3$ in Ottawa! It’s time I learned to make my own, obviously. 🙂

Even though it serves falafel, I doubt I’ll go back to Kate’s unless someone treats me as my experience was so ho-hum.

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Some Images of Dawson

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This was the first bank to operate in Dawson, starting business in a tent in 1897. Today, the only bank in Dawson is a CIBC, across the street on 2nd avenue.

This hotel has a restaurant serving 'Chinese' and 'Canadian' food until 1AM.

This hotel has a restaurant serving ‘Chinese’ and ‘Canadian’ food until 1AM.

The Masonic lodge (I think this is such a pretty building!)

The Masonic lodge (I think this is such a pretty building!)

Canada's oldest casino. Gertie's is a non-profit organization, so all house winnings return to the community. There are three cancan shows a night. A visit here will take you right back to the gold rush era!

Canada’s oldest casino. Gertie’s is a non-profit organization, so all house winnings return to the community. There are three cancan shows a night. A visit here will take you right back to the gold rush era!

The Dawson rec centre. This is a modern building built in the same style as gold rush buildings, with a false front.

The Dawson rec centre. This is a modern building built in the same style as gold rush buildings, with a false front.

This warehouse was used to store goods that would be distributed to Dawsonites during the months the city was cut off from the outside world. I am awed that this structure has survived from the gold rush. What treasures it must have held for those trapped in Dawson during the 1897 to 1898 winter, and later ones, too!

This warehouse was used to store goods that would be distributed to Dawsonites during the months the city was cut off from the outside world. I am awed that this structure has survived from the gold rush. What treasures it must have held for those trapped in Dawson during the 1897 to 1898 winter, and later ones, too!

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The Top of the World Highway (and Chicken, Alaska)

Several things came together this week to give me an excuse to drive the Top of the World Highway from West Dawson to Chicken, Alaska today!

My neighbour is moving to Anchorage and wanted a spotter behind her rig (a very nice Airstream) in case she ran into problems on this reputably rough road. She had driven the Top of the World before and knew that there is pavement shortly after Chicken and that Chicken is doable as a day trip from Dawson. So, not having had a day off since I got back from the Chilkoot and wanting to go to Alaska in memory of my dad who would have been 60 on the 24th, I found myself with ample excuses to go for a drive. Dad loved to go for drives and he would have enjoyed today’s trip so much!

The Canadian portion of the road is easy, mostly paved with a few gravel sections. The US side is essentially a dirt road, but we got lucky in that it had just been graded. Lately, people have been arriving at the campground from that road with their nerves fully frayed, but there was none of that today. The weather wasn’t the greatest, but I preferred a bit of mist and drizzles to having to keep my eyes glued to the road!

We left at about 10:30 and got lucky at the ferry, being able to drive on immediately. This was my first time since childhood going onto a ferry with a vehicle and it was good practise for this fall when I go to Vancouver Island! It was a most peculiar sensation to be moving forward without pressing any pedals!

It took us two and a half hours to get to the border at Poker Creek. She sailed through surprisingly quickly. I was asked where home is and it was lovely to not have to skirt around the question and reply “Dawson City.” He asked me where I was going and then why when I replied “Chicken”, shrugging when I said “Just to say I’ve been.”

It’s 40 miles from the border to Chicken and it took us almost two hours to get there as we followed two identical fifth wheels that exercised an overabundance of caution (not that I can blame them). We stopped at the new gift shop to get a free chicken (think keychain-sized plucked rubber chicken!) promised to us if we presented a brochure signed by the manager here. We then continued on to ‘downtown Chicken’, which includes a couple of very nice outhouses, a kitschy gift shop, a saloon, a chicken coop, and a café offering pretty good grub. Chicken has a year round population of 15, no flush toilets or phones, children are home schooled, the injured are medivacced to Fairbanks, and the old grump has left town. It’s an interesting place that had me hearing dueling banjos, if you get my drift…

The drive back was much quicker, even though I stopped at the pitifully few pull-outs to get pictures and to marvel that I was there, in mainland Alaska. It’s been an incredible summer!

The re-entry into Canada was easy as the border guard was a French-starved québécoise more interested in chatting about how long Dawson has been home than in whether I was trying to smuggle anything into the country. She did get around to asking me if I had any booze (no). It was surreal to cross from Alaska to Yukon in French!

About 75km shy of Dawson, I passed a couple of cyclists who seemed to be having tire issues. At first, they tried to convince me that they were fine, but the more they thought about my offer of a lift, the more it obviously appealed to them. They had doubts that all their gear would fit in my car, but I had every confidence it would. Check out the pictures for proof! 😀

We had a good chat as we continued on to Dawson, amused by the added serendipity that they were picked up by a fellow French speaker (he’s French, she’s German). They had planned to camp in West Dawson, but were happy to come here, to Bonanza Gold, when I told them that we have hot showers and laundry facilities!

The ferry crossing took no time at all, but it was 8:30 when we got back to Dawson. I suggested that getting food would be a good idea and they offered to treat me since I’ll be driving them around a bit tomorrow to find parts for their bikes. I think the dump will be a good place to start looking!

Today exemplified why I love this life so much; each morning is full of possibility for adventure and new encounters. Days like this just didn’t happen when I was doing the daily grind in Gatineau.

In the toad, crossing the Yukon. My first time since childhood on a ferry in a vehicle!

In the toad, crossing the Yukon. My first time since childhood on a ferry in a vehicle!

Slowly climbing above the treeline.

Slowly climbing above the treeline.

Slowly entering tundra.

Slowly entering tundra.

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So pleased I finally caught a Welcome to Alaska sign!

So pleased I finally caught a Welcome to Alaska sign!

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Boundary, just after the border. In summer, lodging, gas, and food can be found here, but it was closed today.

Boundary, just after the border. In summer, lodging, gas, and food can be found here, but it was closed today.

I had this image of a village of chickens...

I had this image of a village of chickens…

entering downtown Chicken

entering downtown Chicken

Downtown Chicken, part one

Downtown Chicken, part one

Downtown Chicken, part two. Of two.

Downtown Chicken, part two. Of two.

Chicken's chickens. And duck.

Chicken’s chickens. And duck.

Look at those purple mountains!

Look at those purple mountains!

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This is why it's called 'Fireweed.' The flower is bright purple in the summertime and turns to these fiery shades in the fall.

This is why it’s called ‘Fireweed.’ The flower is bright purple in the summertime and turns to these fiery shades in the fall.

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the edge of the world

the edge of the world

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I told them everything would fit if we put one bike on the roof.

I told them everything would fit if we put one bike on the roof.

They were amazed at my ability to gauge how much I can fit in my car. Apparently, the limit is one bike on the roof, one in the trunk, two people in front, one person in back, two huge backpacks in the trunk, and small items scattered throughout!

They were amazed at my ability to gauge how much I can fit in my car. Apparently, the limit is one bike on the roof, one in the trunk, two people in front, one person in back, two huge backpacks in the trunk, and small items scattered throughout!