Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it - memory, friends you can trust, love of learning, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey.
Tad Williams

In loving memory of Madeleine and Robert Richardson. I am grateful for the time that we had, and I miss you both. You will be with me where ever the road may lead.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Dawson City/Carmacks/Whitehorse

At the end of Top of the world highway, heading East, you will come down a large hill to the end of the road. I had forgotten that someone had mentioned a ferry. It's the only way to get across the Yukon river (unless you come through in the winter, because it does freeze over enough to drive across).

Dawson City truly stands out as the quintessential Yukon Gold metropolis. It hasn't changed much in the last century. New technology makes it easier to sift through 'pay dirt', and all wheel drive vehicles are essential these days, but it is like an old, fading picture; it's essence is still visible. The ferry is funded by the city, and is free of charge. They DO want you to stop in and spend some money...
Some of the original buildings have had major renovations while keeping to their roots (like the swinging saloon doors on the Hotel. Paint the town RED!), and some of the original stuff sits dry docked to weather the years (river boat and building in 2nd pic).
This town has maybe 5 avenues and 8 streets, and then you have to truck on down the road to find the next nook of 'civilization'. The road East of Dawson is lined on both sides, at least half a mile wide, and 15-20 miles long with mounds of dirt and rock that has carefully been sifted through for Gold. These man made dunes have sat here, out of the way since the town got serious about mining the area. Some so old that full sized trees have grown into them. What a sight... I've never seen anything like it.
Once You get to Carmacks, the landscape has changed drastically. The hills and mountains are no longer predominantly covered in spruce


but the "airports" still look the same. A windsock, a few cones, and a long, kinda flat field...
no terminal, and no refueling station in sight.
Road repairs are still a common sight. Alternate layers of level dirt, gravel and an oily looking tar; then more gravel


and the Mountains and hills in their infinite combinations of colors, textures, altitudes and visual appeal continue to roll on



right on to White Horse and beyond...

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