The fishing site by the bridge.
Pulling in an Arctic Grayling.
A happy boy!
Monday, June 6
As we left Carmacks, we climbed into the rolling green hills. It was much prettier than the gravely, dusty mining areas.
We stopped at the Braburn Lodge as they advertised world famous cinnamon buns. While Bob washed the windshield, I let Ben out for a little break before we went in to get a bun. Four dogs every bit as big as Ben and pretty mangy looking, appeared out of no where and rushed at us. We all held our breaths and Ben stood his ground. Lots of sniffing went on and a gruff, heavy, greasy, hairy guy came out and yelled at his dogs. Three wandered away and one made friends and wanted to play. Ben stayed calm and friendly through it all. We tried to talk to the man, and ask about his dogs, but he was very unfriendly. We bought one roll to split as it was huge. We wished we hadn't bought any as the guy was such a jerk. The roll was good, but so big and we questioned the cleanliness of the place and ended up being grossed out the more we thought about it, and threw most of it away. Yuck!
We got into Whitehorse and had phone service for the first time in a long time. Ahh civilization! We went to a laundromat and washed dust and dog hair off everything. We went downtown and parked at the visitor center and walked to a great Chinese Restaurant for an early dinner.
South of Whitehorse, we were back in the mountains and pretty country. Just as we came around the curve for the Johnson Crossing Campground, we saw a black bear at the side of the road. Yea!
The camp site was perfect with lots of room and a view of the river. We went over to the office to ask some questions. We chatted with the owner and ate some freshly made Bannock. It is a Celtic bread brought over by the Irish and Scottish explorers that was then adopted by the First Nation People. It is an easy fry bread to make on the trail. Ours had apple in it and was yummy.
We found out the Arctic Grayling were running and that you could stand under the bridge over the Teslin River which was a short walk from our camp, and fish. We walked down and to Bob's delight, he caught one right off. He kept fishing while Ben and I walked back to camp, keeping a watchful eye for bear.
I met two sweet older ladies from Ionia, Michigan who were traveling in a truck camper. We had a nice long chat and swapped stories. They are pretty brave.
Bob came back and hadn't caught any more fish. He filleted his fish and we tucked in for the night as dark clouds and rumbling thunder moved in.
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