Susan’s Travelogue Part IV

[This is a series of blogposts for my friend Susan. I have left all her misspellings included, since they add to the charm of the travel log. I have removed any writing of a personal nature. These writings were given in email form. I offered to post them for her for all her friends on Facebook and others who may have missed her emails because of overactive spam filters. To comment on her log, please go to her Facebook page and comment there. Susan doesn’t have access to comments here on my blog. Sorry.]

Week of June 24th, 2011

Hello from the real Dawson City.  It looks like the photos with old buildings and mostly dirt streets.  It rained the day we arrived and there was a small lake between the Truck and the trailer.  We named it Howard Lake. We stayed in the camp ground just 3-4 blocks off the main highway.  Would you believe there in no bridge going across the Yukon River and we have to take a small ferry across to the other side in order to continue our tip. The second day here we saw a large caravan (15-20 rigs traveling together.)  When they decided to leave going towards Alaska, they waited in line along Main Street for several house before they could all get across the river via the ferry which took 2-5 veicles depending on the size.

Our new friends Janet and Ted turned out to be three trailer spots down from us and we did not have a chance to plan to meet here but the powers to be allowed for a quick connection.  NO cell phones work here except those that are from one particular Canadian cell company.   So we were lucky to pick the same park and the park was in easy walking distance to all the town’s interesting featchers.  We went to dinner at Klondike Kate’s and had barbequed pulled porkn a very casual atmosphere.  The restaurant had very good food with very prices that were more like a fansy resturant.   Then we walked a few blocks to see Gerties diamond tooth can-can show.  It was funny and had a bunch of old songs and 4 young women who did a pretty lively show of Can Can with splits and tap dance.

We got out of the show at around 10 pm and walked back to the trailer park in what looked like full day light.  It does not get dark here.  It is so strange to have it be so light all the time.  It fooled Dave into not knowing that it was after his bed time.  We were up until 11 ish the last two nights.

Janet and I have been walking in the morning and going to sight seeing things that don’t interest Dave or Ted. Today we took a walking tour with a guide in 1909 costume.  He had keys to some of the buildings that were refurbished like the bank and the saloon.  He told stories about some of the old timers.  One person won 2 million Dollars in gold and booked a ticket on the boat which we leaving that day.  The boat was delayed so he thought he would just play a few dollars on a few hands of pocker.  Before the boat left he not only lost the millions but he lost the ticket on the ship so he could not go home.

In the afternoon Janet, Dave and I went to the Dredge #4.  It is in the process of being refurbished.  It is not being used at this time.  The story goes that the people who first came to Dawson city looking for gold used back breaking methods to get the gold out of the earth by hand.  Many of them could not work there claim efficiently for the 5-6 months of the year and make money.  They sold to large mining outfits that used the Dredge to pull out gold.  The Dredge #4 was abandon during World War 2 and restarted again for a few more years of dredging.  They it was left to sink into the creek when it became too hard to make a living. Later the Canadian park service received a donation of the dredge and they have started to fix it up.  It is one of the most viewed tours in the Yukon.

Then Dave and I went to the local First Nation (Native Indian) exhibit.  It was beautifully made and the speakers and presenters were young people of the tribe.  They had much the same experience of our American Indians.  The people were put on a piece of land and told not to move around as they had done for 100 of years. They did not seem to fight the White man but the children were sent away to boarding schools for much of their school years and were not supposed to speak the native language or follow customs.  The school life left large scares on them, being away from home so long without family and tribe, 

Now we are tired and getting ready to move to Tok tomorrow going through Chicken on the way.  We will take that little ferry across to the other side and then brave the bad roads, which everyone say are “gravel”.  When we get to Chicken we will be in Alaska/USA again.

My ears are getting better.  I can hear out of the left one almost as good at the right.  The dizziness has gotten better but I don’t think it is gone.  Taking Predazone is awful.  The bitter pills leave an icky taste in my mouth all day.  I am almost done with the prescription.


We have now completed the most difficult road from Dawson City to Chicken and then on to Tok Alaska.  The roads were so bumpy with pot holes, gravel, and mud.  It felt like we were being torchered.  When we got to camp it seemed like we were beat up. 


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