Yukon

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Foreign RVs

This summer, I have seen many class B motorhomes here in Dawson with European licence plates, most often Dutch and German. It is a sight to behold!

I spoke with one Dutch gentleman who told me that he came to Canada in the ’90s and paid about $5,000 to rent an RV for several months, plus several thousand dollars in penalties for going over the mileage limit. This year, he had his RV shipped from a port in Hamburg straight to Halifax for only about $3,000. There are companies in Germany who specialize in this, dealing with all the paperwork.

The Dutch RVer told me that his rig runs on European 220V power, so he has to rely on his alternator and a solar panel to recharge his battery. This works out well for him and saves him a ton on campground fees since he never needs a serviced site.

It’s no secret to me that people ship their RVs overseas, but to actually see a European RV makes the practise more tangible and reaffirms my desire to ‘trade down’ from Miranda in many years time to a class B so that I can ship my home across the ocean, too. 😀

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Busy Weekend at the RV Park

This should be our last ‘busy’ weekend of the season. It’s a long weekend called ‘Discovery Days’ to honour the 1896 discovery of gold on Bonanza Creek, without which there would have been no gold rush and no Dawson as we know and love it today.

The motel was fully booked for the whole weekend, so last night I ‘hung out’ at the office until most of the stragglers had come in. Normally, I would put keys in the door of the reserved rooms and put a list on a white board of who goes where. But when we are booked solid we are concerned about people ‘stealing’ rooms, so if at all possible, someone hangs out in the office until pretty late. Since I work the evening shift and start at a civilized hour, I was happy to stay late yesterday, finishing at 12:15AM, and then coming in an hour later than scheduled this morning (noon!).

Normally, the office ‘closes’ at 8, at which time I cash out and do the night audit, while remaining available for late check-ins and people needing change, and then I lock up at 9. Yesterday, there was a steady stream of people and phone calls until 11:45. I cashed out at midnight, once a lull set in. I couldn’t imagine staying that late at the office if it wasn’t busy, but the time flew by yesterday!

Tonight was much less manic and I got out at 9:30 since most of the people who booked in yesterday are staying the full weekend. I can’t even begin to count the number of calls I got enquiring about room availability. We’re full, town is full, and the Klondike Lodge 40km down the highway is also full. The nearest available rooms are in Tok or Whitehorse! We are doing steady business of people sleeping in their car or in a tent!

The season will start to wind down on Monday. Sometime early next week, I need to move to a site closer to the office because I will be taking the emergency phone home next weekend overnight and the signal doesn’t reach my present site. I would have had to move in a couple of weeks anyway as we will start to shut down sites and mine was on the list.

June passed so slowly, but the rest of the summer has flown by and I am shocked by how much I didn’t do that I had planned on doing! Hopefully, I can squeeze in one more mini road trip before I begin the long journey south to my winter home.

Crazy as these weekends can be, they are fun, too, and time goes by very quickly!

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Another Cross-Canada Difference

I’ve encountered yet another difference in how things are done in this part of the country vs. in Quebec or Ontario.

In Quebec, if there is a chip in your windshield, the repair is free with comprehensive insurance. If your windshield needs to be replaced, the insurance will cover the work, less your deductible. Glass claims are pretty much routine and rarely affect your premium.

In Yukon, there is no such thing as a glass claim. Insurance doesn’t exist for it and a lot of people drive around with cracks in their windshield. Chips are generally repaired to prevent worse damage, but that’s it.

I learned this when I went to have a windshield chip repaired in Whitehorse. I decided to pay out of pocket rather than make a claim in Quebec and was surprised by how cheap the work was (40$) when I know that in Quebec it’s closer to 100$. I was told that this is because here people pay for chip repairs themselves while insurance companies out east generally pay so the market can support the higher cost.

At any rate, this issue came back today when the Yukon insurance people questioned the two claims on my insurance record, both for glass. The second claim doesn’t seem to be an issue as it was pure vandalism (someone threw a rock onto my car from an overpass), but the insurance agent seemed to find my first claim frivolous. I explained what I stated above, that such claims are routine in Quebec, and added that I would not make such a claim in Yukon. I sent this to her by email, so I don’t know what she thinks. Hopefully, that will mollify her and I will be able to get my Yukon insurance tomorrow!

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A Change of Attitude

I made a call this morning to complete some finance-related transactions and it was like pulling teeth. It had been a while since I dealt with this company, so I didn’t have all the information they wanted on hand, like the amount of the last transaction or even the home phone number they would have on file.

Both myself and the agent’s tone was growing gradually more frustrated and I made a conscious decision to dial it down a bit because I needed to save my energy for the insurance company! 🙂 Finally, the agent and I made a breakthrough and we got on to the first part of what I wanted to do, change my address. Soon as I gave it, the lady’s demeanour changed completely.

“Wow. That’s a big change!” she exclaimed. “How do you like it?” I replied that I’d wanted to come to the Klondike my whole life, so this was a dream come true. We continued to talk business for a bit and when it was concluded she said “Thank you for your patience and live your dream, young lady!”

I love people like that who show admiration for someone else’s dream instead of putting it down or joking that the person is crazy!