Cassiar and ALCAN to Whitehorse

Trip Start Jun 11, 2008
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Trip End Jul 05, 2008


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Saturday, June 21, 2008



Our first stop of the day for Saturday was a moose-shoot. He was having breakfast. (We thought about you, Laurel!) We stopped at Jade City, population 12. We were here four years ago where Mickey bought jade earrings. That store is no longer open. Apparently, there are a lot of rumors going around about the former owners, but no one really knows why it closed. So we went across the street to Cassiar Mountain Jade Store, where Mickey dropped a small wad. Gary met Emmet, a 60+ year old Bosnian Muslim. He's been in Canada about four years and he talked about the incongruity of so much of the world hating America but they all want to move here. I think he called them a bunch of idiots, but with a heavy Slovic accent it may have been more duragatory yet. This illustrates the slow pace of life and news up here: Emmet wanted to know why those Democrats couldn’t settle the Michigan and Florida primary issues and get on with picking that woman or the black guy. Gary explained to him that that was a done deal as of about a week ago. Emmet said if they chose the black guy, wouldn’t that be something. What he said was, "There’s no place in the world except in America where something like that would happen." It gave me kind of a warm patriotic feeling and we ended the conversation with me telling him, McCain’s a good guy too, Emmet. On the way out of the store, we met Peter and Vera Fischer from Halifax, Nova Scotia. They’ve been on the road for 25 days and Mickey noticed that Peter was wearing an S.S. Badger hat, acquired when they took the ferry across. In the course of the conversation, Vera referred to how long they’ve been gone and how long they’ve got to go at least three times. She even came right out and said, “I’m ready to go home.” He thought we were pretty brave by planning on taking the Top of the World Highway. Peter was obviously excited to be going even further north on the Dempster Highway. Look at your map; we’re talking serious Arctic Circle-plus driving. Vera kindda shook her head and again said she wanted to go home. We did notice that in the cab of their truck camper they had a little “foofoo” dog; hope that keeps Vera company and happy.

We got gas at the Junction and turned left on the Alaskan Highway. We stopped for lunch at Rancheria Falls Recreation Site and did a pleasant walk to the falls. They were very similar to Tequanaman in that the water had the same burned brown color, probably from the tannins. We met the Finners from Wildwood, Alberta, who were on a journey north, not sure where they were going. They winter in the States and we think were on their way back home, the long way. Shortly after we pulled out, we saw Peter and Vera at a rest stop, blew our horn and waived.

A little about our XM Satellite radio. The normal daily drill is to start out with CNN or Fox and get the news. After being sufficiently depressed, we switch to, if Gary’s driving, 34-Gospel, or if Mickey’s driving, 14-Bluegrass Junction. Occasionally we’ll do the laugh channel. For 100k we laughed with Bill Crosby, Bob Newhart, Ray Ramano, Jeff Allen, Henny Youngman, Jonathan Winters, and many others. They were doing a “father’s stuff” in light of Father’s Day coming up. Jeff Allen told two stories that we’d (Gary) like to share that were about teenagers. The first one was he said he has a teenage son who knows everything, questions his authority and doesn’t want to acknowledge his existence. He then said that teenagers were God’s revenge for rejecting His authority and denying His existence. He said he the Bible didn’t say how old Satan was when he rebelled against God, but I’m pretty sure he was 15. O.K., here’s your astronomy and geography lesson: XM Radio receives its signal from a west coast satellite off California. The further north we go, the flatter the angle; and when we’re on the lee side of a mounting, no signal. Gary’s hoping we find a flat spot in Dawson City on Sunday to hear Boston beat Kobe.

We are now camped in Whitehorse, where there is no cell phone signal. So we are out of touch with reality! However, we have a weak WIFI here at the campground, thus the new blog. We had dinner at the Yukon Mining Co., which was Gary’s Father’s Day dinner. The skeeters are persistent here as well! For you pilots the DC-3 is the wind tee at Whitehorse Airport.


Stats: 415 mi; 36.6 gal; 11.4 mpg; 51 mph
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