Go here if you need to refresh yourself on Day 2 (I know, this is taking way too long).
We were now executing Plan B: get to Dawson City as fast as possible and lolly gag on the way back to see all the sites.
It’s now the morning of Day 3 and the rain had stopped and the sun was shining. Everything in the front of the trailer was soaking wet. We propped all the dinette pillows and the mattress topper (which weighed a ton) in interesting angles to speed up drying. I realized that we would now need an extra day in Whitehorse. Husband (the individual formerly known as Mr X read my last post and said please don’t refer to me as Mr X) did some further investigation and noticed large gaps on the side of the front windows. Not a levelling issue, more a quality control issue. We needed to speak to the RV place to determine what course of action we could take for warranty purposes. It was Sunday. We might need more than one extra day in Whitehorse – Plan C. I do what any normal person would do in this situation, I went for a run and let husband stew over the RV warranty and wet bedding.
I stopped at the campground office first and enquired about running trails and local predators in the area. He pointed me in the direction of a trail I vaguely recalled from several years back when I ran the Whitehorse half marathon. I made my way towards downtown and found a very secluded single track trail. It was amazing, but also unnerving as trails like this can offer many opportunities for surprise encounters with large predators and I didn’t have my early predator detection system (Kobi) with me. I eventually popped out at a beautiful viewpoint a little ways up from Miles Canyon. I decided to run the road back as the trail had me a bit freaked out.
Once I got back, husband had the laundry mostly dried and had contacted the dealer who said find an RV place and get a tech to fix it. That would be tomorrow.
There are far worse places to be stuck. Whitehorse is a pretty nice place. I would live there actually. We went for brunch at an awesome place called Burnt Toast. Then we went to Canadian Tire to buy a tarp and Walmart to buy toiletries husband forgot to bring along. We bumped into the same Fort Nelson friends as the night before. They were grabbing some last minute provisions for their drive to Tuktoyaktuk. We got all pumped about doing the same thing (hello Plan D). I also learned there was a grizzly bear sighting around Miles Canyon that morning. Recall I had been running around on secluded trails near Miles Canyon.
We went to the Dirty Northern Bastard for dinner that night where I enjoyed a most delicious arctic char main course. When in the north, I would strongly encourage you to eat nothing but arctic char.
I should also note that prior to this trip, I developed an issue in my left knee. It was quite painful to run downhill and I couldn’t bend my knee all the way. Sitting for long periods of time was also proving very very painful. I chose to ignore this because that is how you make injuries go away. I also figured a slight decrease in mileage would make it go away.
Stay tuned for Day 4 adventures.