Dawson City itself is caught between a time warp and the necessity to accommodate those android bus/boat tourists. They swarm the local businesses on Front Street in mad droves, desperately clambering towards tacky souvenirs and predetermined photo opportunities like cows to slaughter, unaware of their surroundings and inevitable fate; sadly the pretty cows get killed while our maundering friends live out the rest of their days comfuzzled. I personally love them. They are a subspecies that is well worth studying. Like grotesque overweight zombies or evangelical Christians, they speak in tongues – more mutterings and huffin’/puffin’ (likely from exhaustion) than anything that could be mistaken for a dialect – I wish there were more of them in Abbo. But I digress.
We designed our own walking tour of Dawson today which was both brilliant in conception and execution. We walked up and down the streets. Genius! The buildings are restored relics drizzled with a few derelict structures; a photographers dream. Next we hopped the ferry to the other side of the Yukon River to photophize the Ship Graveyard. Wow. What do you do when you are finished with your Sternwheeler? You beach it and let it rot. Oustanding. As one would suspect we spent a few rolls of film there before returning to the seething metropolis for dinner. Tonight we conquer the Midnight Dome and tomorrow the Dempster.
Kms - 300
Map

Ship Graveyard
Ferry across the Yukon River
Dawson City
How bright it is outside from 2am to 4am
I would have liked a couple of pieces of wood from a rotting paddle wheeler... would have made interesting book covers!
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