Three weeks into our trip, and the dawned bright and sunny - heartbreakingly for the festival organizers, I'm sure, who had three straight days of drizzle over the weekend.
Here's a picture of Bobby in the campground; the blue thingies sitting on the ground are dredge buckets, of which there are so many left over in Dawson that they use them as planters, and in this case, as the markers that have the campsite numbers on them. The hill in the background shows the "moosehide slide", an iconic site in Dawson that can be seen from everywhere in town, and was used by First Nations peoples for generations as a useful landmark.
It took us quite a while to get ready and out of town, since we were all tired from the weekend. We also wanted to take advantage of the hot showers one last time, get Will's "passport" stamped at the Museum, and get a picture of the three of us. It was probably noon before we were rolling down the Alaska Highway back to Whitehorse. We had a late lunch at the Moose Creek Lodge, where they managed to make a simple grilled cheese sandwich a thing of beauty, not to mention the homemade cream of mushroom soup. I had a cunning plan in Whitehorse, which was to park at the Wal-Mart and walk to Giorgio's; I thought it was probably the only Where to Eat in Canada Restaurant we'd get a second chance to visit, and also gave us an opportunity to split a bottle of wine. Their steak is excellent, as expected, and Will liked his linguine with meatballs so much the first time that he had it again.
Sleeping in a Wal-Mart parking lot is fine, and there were literally dozens of RVs in the parking lot of the one in Whitehorse. Since we don't have a 'real' RV, we have to plan our washroom usage. Fortunately this one was next to a Starbucks that opened at 6:30am, but I forbade Will to drink anything in the late evening anyway, just in case.
Total so far: 7208 km.