Every road opens new vistas and unexpected opportunities and people. One perfect Yukon moment was the mama bear with two cubs who crossed the road ahead of us. I had no notion that bear cubs redefined cuteness! They lingered along the roadside for several minutes, delighting us with their behavior before ambling away. Ahhh! Other delights are also vast in size, as was the advertised cinnamon bun we bought at Braeburn Crossing, where we also learned about the Yukon Quest, a dog sled race which runs on the frozen Yukon River between Whitehorse and Fairbanks (or vice versa in alternate years).
The fortitude of the mushers is greater even than the cinnamon bun! Note that the soup and the sandwich were also of considerable dimension!
The fortitude of the mushers is greater even than the cinnamon bun! Note that the soup and the sandwich were also of considerable dimension!Another special Yukon moment occurs each time we go from Dawson City (put the "city" in quotes) to the Yukon River government campground is the ferry ride across the river, there being no bridge. The ferry plies its four-minute crossing twenty-four hours a day and it is a kick for us to ride across the river so efficiently.
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