Gold Rush Campground Dawson City, Yukon, Canada

Mileage:  46,788

When I woke up this morning there was a caribou standing on the ridge.  His full silhouette visible on the horizon.  What a difference a day makes.  The sunshine is casting light and shadow on the valleys below and the views are tremendous.  We are following the rise and fall of the road, drifting in and out of wispy clouds.

There are periods of thicker fog as we descend the mountains to the Yukon River.  At the end of the road there is only one way to cross the Yukon River on the George Black Ferry.  A dirt/sand/gravel ramp leads you onto an insubstantial looking vessel. The current pulls at the boat as the captain navigates across the wide river.  Our rig is so heavy that we could feel the boat listing to the side from the extra weight.

We staying in Dawson City at the Gold Rush Campground.  We needed to do laundry and refuel and work on the blog and get some supplies before we start on the next leg of our journey.  We are also enjoying a much needed rest after lots and lots of driving.  Dinner was delicious at Klondike Kate’s.