Leaving Dawson City we followed the
Klondike River east, turning south to Whitehorse, a distance of some 500 km
(300 Miles). Along the way we pass Lake Laberge (the Lake Lebarge of the poem
The Cremation of Sam McGee) as we re-join the Yukon River heading into
Whitehorse. There was no time to lose; our vehicle was due back that morning.
We had to pay excess mileage on our trip, which had covered 2,865 kms, almost
1,800 miles) so far. Myrtle at the dealership said, “Boy, you drove more in
excess miles than most people drive in their whole trip.”
Historic Downtown Whitehorse |
Whitehorse has been Yukon's capital since 1953 when it was relocated here from Dawson City and Dawson was downgraded to a town.
Longe of SS Klondike |
Yukon history is documented in the Old LogChurch, with its Communion Service made of real Yukon gold, and the MacBrideMuseum where we found the cabin of the real Sam McGee. He had lived in the area
for a while but could never live down the attention he got from Service’s poem
and he left to live ‘down south’. There’s a replica North West Mounted Police
cabin with artefacts of these original Mounties that brought order and safety
to the Gold Rush stampeders.
We checked into our west-facing room where
the sun roasted us until 11pm and there was no air-conditioning. It was hot! I
stripped off, put a fan on and lay on the bed, but it was no good. “I’m having
a cold shower,” I said and I headed to the bathroom. I hadn’t realized how cold
the water would be though. It took my breath away… that is until I could
scream. I feared a heart attack as I leapt out and grabbed a towel. At least it
had cooled me down but Carol’s rippling laughter still meant I couldn’t sleep.
After breakfast we strolled down to the
Whitepass & Yukon Route to start the next phase of our Alaska Yukon journey
– this time someone else is driving.
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SS Klondike Steamboat Paddlewheel |
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