We awake to find that we have two neighbors at this pullout. A small car with the occupants in a tent just off the parking area and a van camper behind us. We breakfast, walk Jake and leave before either neighbor stirs.
It is mostly a good highway, Ann Scott, and it is interesting to see the piles of logs ready to be burned, and some evidence of piles that have been burned. No termites to return them to dust? We saw lots of white ash in the ditch of the road cuts, and understand that there is no data to support major volcanic activitiy, and it is assumed that there may have been one great spew.
As we enter Dawson City, we see hill after hill of rocks piled up, with small ponds, trenches or canals interspersed. These are the tailings after mining the gold. There are dredges along the way for digging. Dawson City is 165 miles south of the Artic Circle and Wilma says "That is as close as we are going to get this week, Meryl."
Jake is welcomed into the Visitors' Center, and we are told where he can go off-leash by the river. At the confluence of the Klondike and Yukon Rivers you can see which is which because the Klondike is clear (and appears dark in the pictures), and the Yukon is muddy from the silt it has been picking up. Lots of people were sitting at the water's edge reading or viewing through binoculars. Our walk up the river along the levee is returned down Fifth Avenue past the Dawson City Museum and Diamond Tooth Gertie's. We make plans to visit both on our stay here.
Pictures are here.
Walldog, Willie and Jake