Gravel and Old Mines

One of the streets in Dawson City.

Fabulous Seafood Chowder.

Ruined Land.

Bob fishing. Look closely. His head is slightly visable in the brush.

Wildflowers along the highway. So often, we have had the road to ourselves. Ben is not in danger.

Sunday, June 5
We packed up in the rain and waded through the puddles. Bob got a Yukon fishing license and we stopped at Cheechakos Bake Shop for breakfast sandwiches and cinnamon buns. I must say my jeans are getting a little tight. I have to, well eventually, stop trying all of these cinnamon rolls. I seem to be on a mission to find the best and so far, next to Grandma Fish, Johnson's Crossing holds the honor. We had those on the way up and hope to stay there this time on the way down.

We drove around Dawson Creek a little more and were impressed with what an authentic, old west town it was with loads of history, old hotels, dusty roads and a board walk. I felt like I should walk around with cowboy boots on as the sound on the board walk would have been perfect.

The mountains were fogged in as we drove out of town. We drove through some ugly mining areas with piles of gravel and ruined ground. Then the road was flat with thick green brush on both sides with a some pine covered hills on our right. Eventually, we saw more groves of pretty birch trees.

We stopped in Stewart Crossing for information and decided not to take the side trip up to Mayo with the silver mine.

We did find a nice river, and pulled off for Bob to try some fishing. The sun had come out and it was a nice setting, but no good little swirling pools for fish.

The road was pretty with pine and birch trees along the narrow two lane highway. As we headed south, there were increasingly colorful wildflowers that looked like they had been planted along the road. It was very beautiful, but so far, we like the way we came up through Haines Junction and the Kluane National Park area better...pot holes, frost heaves, and all.

We stopped in the settlement of Carmacks at the Hotel Carmack and RV Park right on the Yukon River. We had a salad dinner at their little restaurant and it was fresh and good, even though the owner was staining paneling. The smell was strong and he apologized, but explained that he had to work when he could as the snow would fly again in two months.
Carmacks was kind of a sad little community. All of these little scrub settlements have a Social Services office in a prominent location at the center of town.

We did meet some nice campers and shared travel information and advice. We were happy to plan to leave early in the morning.