Wednesday, August 15, 2012




The Yukon River is amazing.  During the Gold Rush there were 250 sternwheelers running up and down between White Horse and Dawson City, all burning between 90 and 100 cords of wood on the journey.



These pictures are of Dawson City as it is today.  Many of the buildings have been restored, many others seem on the verge of collapse.









We had heard that there was a convoy of World War II vehicles running the AlCan Highway for the 70th anniversary of its completion.  This jeep with the tear drop trailer caught our attention.



From Dawson City there is a ferry over the Yukon River and a highway called the Top of the World.  Mingo and Dingo are looking out from the summit of this highway.  For the faint of heart there must be another way of making it to Alaska.  To be called a highway is a major stretch of the English language.  This gravel, sometimes paved, always pothole filled 100 mile road is a beast.  Driving it in a car would be a chore, pulling a 32 foot RV is a recipe for disaster.   We managed to finish with light sconces off the wall, an overhead light that no longer worked and dust easily inches deep covering everything.


The great part of the journey over this vicious highway was that we caught up with the full commemorative convoy.  Easily 50 or 60 vintage vehicles, we passed by and chatted with several of the drivers.  Seemed those from Oregon were happy to see someone they could relate to.  One guy took a picture of our rear window decal of the Wolf Pack from Fort Bragg (Cody's company in the Army). 

More of the Convoy


Our first night in Alaska, spent in a quaint back woods camp we kind of pulled into by mistake.  The woman running it is an older gal whose husband passed and has taken on the operation by herself.  A great experience after many run of the mill commercial RV Parks.





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