This is a canyon in Whitehorse, Yukon. It was a major waterway used by the natives, and later by minors to haul supplies through. Back then it was very rough with white water. When they built the dam in Whitehorse it raised the water and made the rapids disappear. Further down the river were beautiful rapids that looked like manes from white horses. Those, too, disappeared. That is where the name "Whitehorse" came from.
This walking bridge goes over the canyon so you can access walking trails on the other side.
You can really see the rock shapes here.
I would see these little signs at a distance many times driving along. Now I know what they say!
I took this pic to show the little tree growing in the rocks. Look for the light green.
This explains more. This plaque and the next two pictures were taken on a hill higher above the canyon
These planes are float planes along the river
Someone stubbed her Piggy that stays home (the second from the big toe). It could be broken, but what do you do if it is? The brown patch on top of my foot shows you my tan!
So, me and trains.........
There was a tourist attraction about riding a train. It had to do with mining, too. We had a few hours, so I talked Richard into taking me. It seemed to be an attraction that was fairly new, and they were still working on it. Inside the first building is this tent. Pretty good rendition of what the miners had to sleep and live in. The mine was a copper mine.
Here are a few things made of copper, and pictures and articles about the mine.
This is the little train. This engine had no cover on it because it ran under ground pulling little cars with copper.
How exciting, we were the only passengers, well, a few more got on.
The people who were working while we were there we all young men-definitely under 30 years old, maybe college students. This is us starting out. The one ahead was working on the railroad. I should have sung the song when we passed.
The train went slowly through the forest, past a few buildings showing various tools of the trade.
It was slow, but relaxing. I was surprised how long the trip really was. It could have been more than a mile. We didn't just go around a little tract in a circle.
Chug, chug, chug You could see trails in the trees.
This was a mine shaft.
Going into the tunnel
In the tunnel
Coming out of the tunnel. Richard thought the water tower was pretty interesting since the little engine wasn't run by steam.
Here it is.
There were several signs like this throughout the trails. It looks like a great place to take elementary students on a field trip. There was also a playground and picnic tables.
After the train trip we went into downtown Whitehorse. Here is a replica of the desk Robert Service used while writing his stories in Whitehorse.
This was on top of the desk. My favorite.
I didn't buy any, but it was a pretty display.
This shop also had clothspins signed and hanging on the ceiling....
Canada definitely has a different flare than the USA. The drivers were all so much more polite when driving in the towns. If you are standing on the sidewalk looking like you need to cross the street, you don't need to wait until it is clear. Traffic just stops and lets you go. The traffic lights go sideways in Canada. The pic to the right is the Yukon River in Downtown Whitehorse.
One of our pet peeves in Fairbanks are the cars that stop a car length back from a crosswalk. So far back that they don't trip the sensor to let the light know to change. We need signs like the above one. so simple.
We're getting close---only 18 more pictures to go!
Riding along beside the lake we found small groups of bike riders. There could have been 40 altogether. They were spread apart. Their shirts said something about fighting cancer.
Stopped for lunch here.
Getting closer. Looking like home....
It had been a long, long day. We didn't stop at the sign because we were anxious to get to the campground in Tok. Going through customs was easy peasy again. Just had cookies to keep the boys entertained and there wasn't a peep out of them.
Working on the road in Alaska. New pavement.
Are we there, yet??????
Our last campground. Full service. Yes! There was a couple on their way to Fairbanks who were thrilled to meet Richard, a real Alaskan.
A picture of the end of the highway post in Delta Junction, AK
The End. Yup, then end of the trailer. We couldn't get it in the driveway, so we parked at the neighbor's for 2 nights until Richard could get a friend with a flat bed truck to park it.
I may and sit down another day and do my lists of statistics like Richard did. I believe I was RVing for 76 days. I'm ready to go out again. We decided to just try it out and see if we like it. Minimal plans. Didn't know what to do in many cases. Loved everywhere we stopped from Walmart to the fancy RV parks. I enjoyed collecting rocks, refrigerator magnets, and local jellies.
Dogs did well.
How do I close this?