Atlin and back

It’s my kind of town, Atlin is. Well by town I mean 4 streets and several avenues, nevertheless, it is a spectacular village for, oddly enough, summering Europeans. Before I continue I have to say that the Lonely Planet is a liar or their writers cannot tell the difference between paved and gravel roads. Unlike Monkman though, the drive down to Atlin was very pleasant but again we had the sense that we were driving into the middle of nowhere. Of course no killers this time except for the Bobcat we saw on the way back.
Atlin, B.C. is an incredibly picturesque village nestled between mountains, glaciers, and lakes. There isn’t much to it, but what is there is worth seeing. Tourism, in the form of fishing excursions in the summer and heliskiing in the winter, brings in some outside funds and the rest appears to be all local spending. And though I’m told that the local economy runs off of retirement money there is certainly a thriving gold market as our dear friend and sometimes narrator of this blog found out. The nuggets were too much to resist. Now she will sparkle and dazzle her way up and down the Klondike!
I think that after tomorrow we will have conquered Whitehorse and its touristy spots. Takhini Hot Springs tomorrow and Miles Canyon await!

Wildlife - One Bobcat, Several Ground Squirrels, One Road Moose, and One Gold Purchaser.
Casualties – none
Km travelled today - 407


Movie theater last night




Atlin






There is a glacier back there in the clouds


The fresh spring water the guide book recommended us to drink


Bobcat, the one Devon was so afraid of he didn't want to open the window to take a photo!


Map