I can’t believe how long it’s taking me to get these posts completed. If you’ve forgotten about Day 1, it is here. Day 1 will link you to the prequel too.
We departed the picturesque parking lot of the hotsprings early and were on our way. The goal was Whitehorse with a stop in Watson Lake to check out the sign post forest. Has to be done.
While I was driving to Watson Lake (it was my turn to drive) I had thought it might be a good idea to make a reservation at an RV park in Whitehorse considering our luck finding a spot at the Hot Springs the night before. Of course I thought of this where there was no cell service (pretty much the entire way to Watson Lake) and hoped I’d remember to do this once I had cell service again. Of course I forgot. We even stopped in Watson Lake and took some shots of the signpost forest and picked up fuel.
I remembered about 10 minutes out of Watson Lake as cell service was declining and asked Mr X to make the call (because I was driving). He declined (he dislikes having to make plans and organize things) so I had to pull over and make the call. I called what appeared to be a nice RV park based on the ads (Hi Country RV) and after some negotiating (more like begging), they saved us their overflow spot that had power and water connections. Phew.
Shortly after the call, I stopped at a small rest area and RV park called the Baby Nugget or something like that. In the ads it said they sold amazing pastries and fancy coffee. The fancy coffee turned out to be a programable machine and when I asked for an Americano the girl looked at the machine and read off everything it could make. Americano was not one of the things it could make. She looked at me oddly and I said not to bother (I could’ve said espresso and add water, but I was feeling somewhat snooty). The pastries didn’t look very home made either so I opted for a 7 dollar loaf of whole wheat bread. This bread becomes somewhat symbolic later on.
Six plus hours later we made it to Whitehorse. That took way longer than it should have because we stopped at a few too many rest stops.
We finally got to Whitehorse later that day and found Hi Country RV (after one drive-by) and our little overflow camping spot. It was quite pretty and private. I really liked this RV park.
We met some friends for dinner at a cool little place called Klondike Rib and Salmon. It’s a very cool and very old building. While waiting for our table we literally ran into some Fort Nelson friends on the street who were travelling to Tuk. So random.
After dinner we headed back to the little trailer and settled in for the night. I took the queen sized bed at the back of the trailer and Mr X took the eating area converted to sleeping area at the front as we both need our sleeping space. That night it rained, as in the skies opened and it poured rain in such volumes it felt a little biblical. Thanks to the rain and the fact that Mr X was sleeping in the eating area, he discovered that the windows at the front of the trailer leaked badly, very badly. I woke up hearing Mr X heading in and out of the trailer. It was about 12:30 am (so technically Day 3) and because we’re inexperienced travel trailerers I had Mr X convinced the water was pouring in because the trailer wasn’t level. Mr X tried levelling it and it didn’t help. We stuffed towels around the windows and went back to bed. We didn’t have a tarp. Who needs a tarp?