Thursday, 31 August 2017

Day 85 - Friday August 11/17
(Written, formatted with photos, and posted on Thursday August 31st at Battleford, SK)

Slept in until 9 am – and did that feel good!?! We took our time to enjoy a granola breakfast and shower. Michael struck up a conversation with a friendly family from Alberta in the trailer beside us. They had been in Dawson for three days, and their son Tyson (about 12 years old) gave us several good ideas of things to see and do. 
We set off for the National Parks Visitors Centre in drizzle. It was 11C. After picking up maps and a ‘Golden Ticket’ which would allow us free admission to one of the locations or tours operated by Parks Canada we headed down the street. The entire town of Dawson has been restored or rebuilt as close to the Gold Rush period as possible. Many buildings are owned by Parks Canada and rented to businesses. Others are museums with the interior as well as the exterior restored. Many of the buildings are painted in pastel colours reminiscent of St John’s Nfld or a Caribbean town. 
We decided to start our explorations following Tyson’s suggestion and visited the Keno – a paddle wheeler that operated on the Yukon River but was now dry-docked in town. 
On the top deck - where we weren't supposed to be!!
We were greeted by a Parks Canada employee from London ON as we boarded. We were the only people on the boat so we got lots of attention and information. We learned that while the Keno is smaller than most of the other paddle wheelers used on the Yukon - it had a shallower draft so it could be used in lower water levels - it was still designed with enough power to push barges up and down the river, bringing supplies in for the mining communities and taking ore and gold out, as well as passengers. We also got to watch a short CBC TV documentary from the early 1960's of the rehabilitation and reflecting of the Keno, and its final voyage downstream from Whitehorse to Dawson to become a Park's Canada National Historic Site exhibit.

We came upon a stairway to the upper deck and climbed up. We got some fantastic views of the city but were scolded by another employee who told us we weren’t allowed up there. We told her the rope had not been across the stairway indicating that there was no public access but we don’t think she believed us. She clicked the barrier into place as we came down. 


With our tails between our legs we left the Keno and decided to have some lunch. We went to a restaurant called Sourdoagh Joe's for fish and chips. We shared a bowl of superb fish chowder with fresh sourdough bread and then sampled both cod and halibut with chips. We both preferred the flavour and texture of the halibut, but the exercise was very tasty. We also sampled and shared a Yukon Gold English Pale Ale and a Yukon Red Amber Ale (which prompted us later to get a 'sampler pack' of 4 Yukon Breweries beers)
We then browsed a few shops before heading off the main street to find the cabins of Robert Service and Jack London. Both are very small log cabins located on the same street at the east edge of town. 
Robert Service's cabin

Jack London's cabin
Being in this location has had us both remembering the poems by Robert Service that we read back in school and in fact have become cultural reference points like “The Cremation of Sam McGee” or “The Shooting of Dan McGrew”. But here, in the North, we have heard more of Service’s poems (he is quoted on many tours and on many signs) and we have been moved by several of his poems that we hadn’t known before. Here are some of the final lines of “The Spell of the Yukon” that have touched our hearts.

"There's a land where the mountains are nameless, 
And the rivers all run God knows where; 
There are lives that are erring and aimless, 
And deaths that just hang by a hair; 
There are hardships that nobody reckons; 
There are valleys unpeopled and still; 
There's a land -- oh, it beckons and beckons, 
And I want to go back -- and I will. …

It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder, 
It's the forests where silence has lease; 
It's the beauty that thrills me with wonder, 
It's the stillness that fills me with peace. 

On a whim, Nancy decided to do a little genealogical research. Her great-great uncle on her mother’s side – Alexander Garvie – came to the Yukon during the gold rush. Her grandfather had a stick pin with a half centimetre long gold nugget on it given to him by his uncle. She had grown up with the image of this uncle’s wagon etched in her memory from a photo she had often been shown so she stopped by the Dawson City Museum to see if she could learn more about this long ago relative who had also come to Dawson. 
A wagon much like the one etched in Nancy's memory
Serendipitously the archives assistant was working and was more than happy to help. First off she found that Alexander had indeed run a livery business not in Dawson but in a smaller location called Grand Forks. ”It is a ghost town and former community at the confluence of Bonanza Creek and Eldorado Creek in Yukon. First settled about 1896, it became the second-largest settlement in the Klondike. With approximately 10,000 people living in or by Grand Forks during the Klondike Gold Rush” says Wikipedia. 
The archivist helped Nancy find a photo of the town with Garvie Livery identified. She also found Alexander’s name on a list kept by the NWM Police indicating he had come into the Yukon on July 3, 1897. The final discovery was on microfiche. It was a land claim Alexander had filed on Bonanza Creek in 1901. Nancy was able to have a copy printed for herself. The very helpful and patient archivist gave Nancy some other sources to pursue and emailed even more suggestions the next day. While at the Museum we watched a video on the gold rush narrated by Pierre Berton - another famous Dawson City author. 
The family history discovery was a very emotional experience for Nancy – a feeling of connection to the past and to the place.  That evening we drove out to the former location of Grand Forks (there are no buildings there now) and Nancy got to stand in the place she imagined her relative to have stood. It was a time for peaceful reflection.





Following supper back at Rocinante we returned to the Parks Canada Office to participate in a tour of the town called “Dawson – Past and Present”. We joined a group of about 20 visitors and were led by a uniformed Parks Canada Interpreter. We walked from location to location and our guide told us about her life in the community today and the buildings we were seeing. We were frequently met by another Parks Canada Interpreter in costumed role as a historic business woman of 1898 Dawson. This lady told us of life in the days of the gold rush. It was a very effective and interesting way to see the historic sites – the original post office, a bar, a Bank of Commerce, a gambling hall, and several others (photos)
Our two tour guides - Dawson Present and Dawson Past
Former Bank of Commerce (unrestored)
where Robert W. Service worked when he
came to Dawson

Plaque on the wall of the former Bank of Commerce building


The Red Feather Saloon - restored Parks Canada building

Serving up 'air shots' in the Red Feather Saloon!


Inside the old Post Office - restored Parks Canada building





Day 84 - Thursday August 10/17
(Written, formatted and posted on Thursday August 31st at Battleford, SK)

 Some housekeeping this morning before getting underway at 10. It was a sunny warm morning – just perfect for travelling. And man oh man did we travel today. Extraordinary roads and views! We travelled from our roadside 'boondocking' site overlooking the Tanana River in Alaska, across the "Top of the World Highway" to Dawson City, Yukon (map)

The day began on the Alaska Highway heading toward Tok, Alaska. The scenery was rugged – rock, trees and gentle hills climbing in and out of river valleys. The road was good – smooth and evenly paved. An easy drive. Nancy was at the wheel this morning.
Then just east of Tok, at Tetlin Junction, we turned north on the Taylor Highway (Alaska #5). The first section of the road is noted as a “scenic highway”. It was paved yet had some frost heaves, but nothing too challenging. 
The views were terrific from the ridges and hills that overlook the Fortymile River (which is a tributary of the Yukon River). We passed some evidence of a major forest fire in 2004. The fireweed which is a beautiful wildflower in the north is named because of its ability to flourish in burnt out areas.  Over and over again on this trip we’ve been reminded of the necessary role that fire plays in the lifecycle of the ecosystem. We have also learned that when the top blooms of the fireweed open, winter is only 6 weeks away according the local folk wisdom. We were noticing that the fireweed here had bloomed its last. This coincides with the notion that in Alaska the first snows arrive in September.
We stopped for lunch in a small campground. We were the only ones there so we sat at a picnic table in a campsite and enjoyed the peacefulness of the surroundings.
We had multiple wildlife sitings this morning: a most wonderful moose calmly munching away in a pond right beside the road; two groups of caribou – one with 3, the other with 7 animals. 





















As we drove, we again noticed that the leaves on many trees along the roadside were beginning to change from green to yellow - winter's comin'!


About 30 km past our lunch stop, we reached the community of Chicken, Alaska – and the end of paved road for the rest of the day. Chicken was established as a mining camp in the early 1900’s. Its original residents wanted to name it for the plentiful wild fowl in the area but they didn’t know how to spell ptarmigan, so they decided to simply call it Chicken. Or so the story goes. And an amazingly creative bunch of entrepreneurs have made the most of the name! You can find all manner of chicken-themed items in the three shopping areas of the town. We spent some time in Chicken Gold Camp which combines the draw of the town name with its gold mining history. Michael bought a tee-shirt, as well as some other mementos.









Michael took over the driving as we were leaving Chicken – and the pavement. 

We encountered many road signs like these:













Almost immediately we encountered construction. This part of our drive was the very roughest and dustiest of any so far. The road was one lane at best in many places with steep drops, no shoulders, and encounters with mining trucks coming in the opposite direction. The views may have been terrific, but both of us had our eyes glued to the road until we reached a pull out at Davis Dome. Here we got out of the truck to take in the views, relax and catch our breath as we inhaled the extraordinary views. The drive of 40 miles had been hellish and taken an hour and a half.(photos)

















We gratefully encountered some paved road for a few kilometres near the US Canada border. We had our passport ready and NO firewood on board as we returned to our native land. Crossing the border was relatively painless!

We stopped at a scenic pullout a short distance into Canada. We had endless views in all directions. 





The intrepid adventurers are "back home" in Canada!!!
It was a wonderful way to begin our drive on what is known as “The Top of the World Highway” (Yukon #9). This gravel road, although featuring sheer drop-offs of several hundred metres, was well graded and made for a more enjoyable ride for Nancy (as passenger). Michael as driver still had to keep his eyes closely focused on the road. 
Spectacular cannot come close to describing the expansive views of valleys and mountains. The dust was a hazard when encountering traffic going the opposite direction, but thankfully that didn’t happen too often as not many people choose to explore this road. We arrived at the Yukon River just across from Dawson City at 8:15. While we waited for the free ferry, we phoned a campground in the town to arrange for a spot to camp for the next two nights. This was the first time all day we had cell phone coverage. The owner of the park answered and told us the office was closed. But he agreed we could have a space for two nights. It was a relief to know we had someplace to stay.

The ferry across the Yukon River at Dawson City, Yukon:
Approaching the river

Dawson City, across the Yukon
The ferry, across the river

Return to our side on the west bank

Approaching the bank - using the current to steer the approach 

On board the ferry, on the Yukon

Crossing the Yukon River

Approaching the gravel bar landing at Dawson City Yukon
Michael had driven the truck and trailer onto the front right-hand side of the ferry as directed by the attendant.  We approached Dawson as so many of the gold stampeders would have done - by the river. The ferry “docked” directly into the gravel riverbank – quite an unexpected end to our crossing. But a procedure that worked well in that location. However, it wasn’t really the end. It seems we had been directed to load too close to the two story wheelhouse and if we drove out directly the trailer would hit the structure. All the other cars had to debark around us and we were left with two staff members telling us what to do. Michael was magnificent as he kept his cool following frequently opposite directions from the crew and not being able to see at all what was happening. Even the folks on shore joined in the process shouting out their suggestions on how to get Rocinante off the boat. Finally a third crew member appeared and took charge. Michael got out and inspected the situation. This new staff member gave clear instructions. Michael maneuvered as directed and soon the trailer was free. Smiles and applause from the crowd on shore greeted us as we drove away. Quite the welcome to Dawson City.

It had been an incredibly long day of travel through magnificent vistas and over roads that are truly nerve-wracking. We were so exhausted when we got to the campground that we didn’t even unhitch. We just cooked some hamburger hash-style, and boiled some potatoes, carrots and cauliflower. We did enjoy a fine G and T while the food cooked. 
Ahhh….. what a memorable day. One that will live in our memories for a lifetime.