Wow Ride: Mountains, Lakes, Potholes, and Mountain Air

Monday morning finds us in Whitehorse getting ready for our float down a river in the Kliane National Forest. We left Fairbanks Saturday morning, traveled down to North Pole, Alaska where we discovered that Santa was busy in the workshop and couldn't see us, so we went on to Tok for lunch of Alaskan food,




After hours of scenic mountains, a moose sighting, and potholes galore due to the road being build on permafrost, we swung into the hotel, a log construction, in Beaver Creek. By then, we knew the amazing history of the Alcan highway built in ten months during the early days of WW 2.

We were met by Officer Friendly who fulfilled all our Sgt. Preston of the Yukon fantasies with his wonderful posture and steadfast loyalty to truth, freedom, and justice, We immediately doubled the population of Beaver Creek by our presence,

We had a rousing evening around the fire ring in the meeting hall. Fortunately there was a large round hole in the ceiling to accommodate the smoke as we made our smores.
This was followed with beaver stew, Yukon chicken and all the trimmings.

The Yukon Musical the Rendezvous group presented was well sung and well choreographed. Even the tour groups sang their own songs, not quite so well sung!

Near eleven we left a "wake me if there are Northern Lights" call, showered, set the alarm, and fell asleep.

Sunday was another day on the Alaska Canada highway winding and bouncing through snow toppped mountains, passing lakes and rivers, seeing Dall sheep, and spotting another eagle on a nest as we entered Whitehorse. We had been surrrounded with more beauty than we can take in or describe.

Whitehorse is a larger town with about twenty-five thousand. We will grab a quick breakfast and head to the river.