Morning comes in Skagway and it’s a beautiful day. This is a cool little town, we spent more time here than any place we stayed. A very touristy town that makes it’s living off the cruise ships. There were more jewelry stores here than any place I’ve ever seen. There was also a huge t shirt store where I picked up a couple of shirts. Once again we came up short on stickers. I guess we’re just too picky.
What’s amazing is how the mountains come straight out of the ocean and on all sides of the town. You’re literally in their shadow.
Main street.
A wicker building ?!? Somebody had waay to much time on their hands.
An interesting train on display
It’s a snowplow train!!
Horse and carriage tours
A little artwork on the side of the mountain. That was one brave soul.
As soon as you clear the city you start a steep climb up.
There’s a railroad track stuck to the side of the mountain. There’s a trestle across the creek in the middle of the picture.
When we reach to top, the terrain changes to something alien. Nothing but bare rock and green patches of ground cover.
Actually we were leaving Alaska, but it was a cool sign
A strange bridge..
Hey look!! a car!! They’re rarer than bears.
Another one of them 4 wheeled critters. This traffic is getting ridiculous.
No, that’s not a trick of light, that’s the real color of the water.
We struggled a bit trying to find the campground in Whitehorse, the capital of the Yukon Territory. Of all the towns this one was the most French. I know that french is the language in many places in Canada, but this was our first experience with that accent.
This was also the most packed campground, we barely got a site. And these people were proffesional campers. Every site looked like a REI test site. And it looked like they were all there for the entire summer, decked out with multiple tarps, big ass grills, some even had satellite dishes.
When we went into town to get dinner supplies we stopped and checked out this sternwheeler
A statue by the store.
After the store we went looking for a bank, we were getting low on loonies. Being a Sunday we had no luck. By this time I would have lost a bet if you asked me what day of the week it was, let alone what day of the month. Or even what time it was unless I was on the bike. I think that was one of the best feelings of the trip. Not caring. It’s been over 3 weeks and my life and job before this trip seems more foreign than this place.
