As we prepared to leave this morning the truck wouldn’t start. Luckily having parked behind the Chevron Station we had immediate help. But it still took 2 hours to change out the dead batteries in the truck for new ones, since we had to wait for the Napa to open and the mechanic was working on other customers in-between.
We had an estimated stopping place and told the others to go on ahead, we’d catch up. The sun was shining, which was encouraging, so we had nice scenery as we left Alaska and entered Yukon Territory, Canada.
A lot of the scenery was the dwarfed spruce due to the muskeg. We were traveling along the Tanana river (the river met up with the Chena in Fairbanks). The mountains to the west as we traveled southbound in Yukon were the back side of the Wrangell St Elias Range.
We had good roads, but the inevitable happened, we took a rock to the windshield. On a nice paved road, not a gravel road, a truck going the opposite way tossed a rock up. It left a nice boo-boo about the size of a 50 cent piece low on the driver’s side, luckily not in my photo taking space. Okay, that’s two things to go wrong today. Larry is bummed.
We finally met up with the others at Burwash Landing of Kluane Lake, Yukon. (We had been pronouncing it wrong, its "kloo-WA-nee".) As Brue & Sue and Bob & Jackie approached us they remarked on our bad luck today, which we assumed was a reference to our dead batteries and window ding. They were talking about the flat tire on our trailer’s driver’s side. Great - Number three!
Luckily for us, we had stopped at a service station and the attendant had the proper jack to help change our tire to our spare. It was not the tire but the wheel – a crack in the aluminum. Just like the problem we had in 2006 and recently in Haines.
Then we all headed to our campground, Congdon Creek campground on the shore of Kluane Lake, the largest lake in the Yukon. To the human eye the water was turquoise, but the camera could not capture it up close, very strange. We relaxed, socialized, hiked a little and enjoyed the campfire. We noticed that the Fireweed no longer had blossoms and the seedpods were starting to pop open to show their cotton.
As we walked along the edge of the lake, our silly Gidget made us laugh as she was trying to bite the little waves as they splashed on the shore one after another.