Greg's 2007 Odyssey travel blog

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Summit Lake in the mist

Invisible mountain top

The Carcross Desert

Another view of the Carcross Desert


THURSDAY, JULY 12 - DAY 10 - TRAVEL DAY

SKAGWAY TO WHITEHORSE- 107 miles

CAMPGROUND DESTINATION TONIGHT: PIONEER RV PARK

Directions --Five miles south of Whitehorse on Alaska Highway, on the right.

Milepost guide page 169

Tonight we'll take in the Frantic Follies Vaudeville Revue!

Our campground for this evening includes city water, sewer, and electricity.

You'll enjoy the Frantic Follies show, celebrating its 35th season. It's a romp through the gold-rush era that sparkles with music, mirth and magic, gay nineties songs, cancan dances and humorous renditions of the poetry of Robert Service.

As time allows, you may want to take in some of the local sights. Here are a couple of suggestions:

Old Log Church Museum: 3rd Ave. & Elliott St. - (867) 668-2555. This Anglican Church was constructed in 1900 and remained in use for 60 years. Exhibits show the history of the Yukon, pre-contact life of the aboriginal people, early exploration, gold rush, whaling, Alaska Highway construction and early missionary work in the territory. There is a special emphasis on the role of the Christian Church. Open Monday through Saturday, 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., and Sunday 12:30 p.m. to 4:00 p.m. Come learn the legend of the Bishop Who Ate His Boots -- the inspiration for the famous scene in Charlie Chaplain's movie "The Gold Rush." Lost in an ice fog at 40-below-zero with no more provisions, Bishop Stringer hit on the idea of boiling his and his companion's sealskin and walrus boots for seven hours, then drinking the broth. According to the Bishop, it was "tough and stringy, but palatable and satisfying." The Bishop lost 50 pounds, but eventually found his way to a Native village near where Eagle Plains on the Dempster Highway is today and he was nursed back to health.

S.S. Klondike Stern wheeler Tour - once the largest stern wheeler to ply the mighty Yukon River, this stately vessel has been restored to reflect the late 1930s period and designated a National Historic Site.

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We took our time to make the coach ready for travel this morning. I had to reconnect my trailer/SUV and to do so would mean that I had to block the main road out of the park. So, we had breakfast, did Socks and waited for the early leavers to go. So around 9 AM, we blocked the road and hooked up the trailer.

We left town on the route we came in on and missed all the cruise boat people making their way down to Broadway Avenue (the main street). As we left, there were 6 cruise ships at dock already. There were none last evening.

The ride was uneventful and so was going through Canadian customs again. There were the usual questions regarding tobacco, alcohol and firearms and then we were flagged on through.

Later down the road, at Carcross, I stopped for lunch and went outside with Socks. While outside, I inspected the coach and trailer and discovered that the spare tire bracket had broken (re-welded in St. Charles, MO last year) and the tire was wedged between it and the trailer yoke. It hadn't fallen to the ground. It was so tight in place, I drove with it that way until we reached the Whitehorse RV Park. Once there, after check in, topping off the tanks and parking in our spot, I removed the bracket so I could get to the tire. I talked to an on-site mechanic who is supposed to make me a "U" bolt to fit around the trailer yoke and go through the tire lug holes. That will fix the problem permanently.

It is raining here as well. We can't seem to get out in front of the weather. We drove through low clouds again as we climbed out of Skagway. The cloud ceiling was fairly low but didn't rain on the way here to Whitehorse. About 2 hours after arrival, it started to rain again. This will make 4 days straight of rain. I do miss the sunshine.

Ann's doing the laundry. I plan to take a nap. The group goes into town to see a "Frantic Follies" show at 8 PM tonight.

On the way in to town on our tour bus, we learned that the city got its name from the falls of the Yukon River running nearby. One story says that the falls looks like a running herd of white horses (water color is milky gray due to glacial silt). The other story says that a local First Nation Chieftain, named Whitehorse, tried to float the falls and failed. Either way, the falls are the reason for the name.

The show was delightful. It was a vaudeville review with a little bit of everything. It had comedy sketches, readings of a famous Yukon poet, a little opera, a little ragtime and a bunch of laughs. We all had a good time. We went to bed upon our return. I was in bed at 10:30 PM and the sun hadn't set yet. Now I understand the phrase "land of the midnight sun."



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