We've been on the road, traveling northward.. followed by hordes of mosquitos. Which is why we don't see moose this time of year; the bites on the antlers-in-the-velvet are dangerous to the animals so they stay high in the mt.s until after skeeter season.
Tomorrow we will arrive in Dawson City, home of the Klondyke Gold Rush of '98. That's 1898! My great-grandfather was in Dawson, and so was my grandfather when they came north to work a gold mine on the Iditerod River. This is so exciting to see it all again, 'way different from when we visited in '63 with my folks, and that same grandfather who'd been there in '06.
The photo is a roadhouse, now abandoned, obviously, on the Whitehorse-to-Dawson trail. The interior walls were covered with canvas to help keep the wind out and to keep the chinking material (moss, mostly) from falling into the food, etc. It was in use well into the 30's. A 2-story log building with out buildings for the horses & storehouse. This truly was the frontier! It's still pretty wild when signs are posted by the Yukon govt. telling you how far it is to the next fuel stop! But beautiful.. words do not describe it. If I can figure out how to load a pic of the Yukon River I will
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