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Running in northern BC with my dog Kobi


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Day 5 of the 12 Days of Yukon

This is the day where things really started to get fun.  

We packed the trailer up, again, dropped it off at the RV place to store and we hit the road.  An hour into the drive husband says, “why don’t we just fly to Tuk?”.  This statement was equivalent to tasting chocolate for the first time.  How on earth did we not think of this earlier??

I tell husband this is the best idea he’s ever had and then say, “how about you make the arrangements?”.  Mostly because I had spent three hours booking hotels and making lists the previous day and I’m a little bit peeved about having to cancel all these arrangements.  

I start skimming through one of the many travel guides we have in the truck and come across a place, Arctic Chalet, that says it does flights to Tuk. There was another company listed as well.  Husband makes a call to Arctic Chalet and speaks to Judi.  Husband is talking, actually getting talked to by Judi.  As he’s talking I try to interrupt and say, “ask her if she’s in Inuvik”.  He gives me the hand.  I say this again.  He gives me the hand again.  I’m sure you know the gesture I’m talking about.  I interpret it as “I got this.”  Then husband is asked where we’re staying and asks me.  I rattle off the name of a place that I thought was in Dawson City, but it was actually an Inuvik hotel.  This did not help.  Husband is still talking to Judi, but now they’re talking about flying to Herschel Island.  If she can get a few more people we could go tomorrow.  We’re having that sort of conversation that I dislike, the one where the person on the phone is just giving you bits of what’s being discussed.

Husband asks me if I’m cool with going to Herschel and I say sure.  He gives her our credit card number and says to Judi, “see you tonight.”  We think we’re flying to Herschel Island – from Dawson City.  

We continue driving to Dawson City.  A few red flags are apparent from this conversation:  

  1. husband did say we were driving in today from Whitehorse.  Judi should’ve done the math, there’s no way you can drive to Inuvik from Whitehorse in 6 hours.  More like 20-22 hours. 
  2. Husband did not confirm where the Arctic Chalet was located (arctic is a bit of a hint), he assumed it was in Dawson City.   
  3. He was told the flight to Herschel Island was only 1 hour.  Looking at the map, I was astonished as to how fast one could get to Herschel Island from Dawson City (it’s far far away from Dawson City) on a twin otter.

Husband called one other place that said they flew to Tuk and left a message as no one answered the phone.  I made a call to a listed Dawson City tour operator and asked about flights to Tuk, she told me catch a Yukon Air flight to Inuvik and talk to Randy at some air line. Another red flag.  For the rest of the drive we had ourselves convinced it was going to be super easy to fly from Dawson City to Tuk or Herschel Island.  I chose to ignore the red flags and the little nagging voice.  

The perfect distraction along the way was a little lodge/campground called Moose Creek Lodge.  They sold cool stuff and had homemade tarts: butter tarts, blueberry tarts, raspberry tarts and strawberry tarts.  I bought six and ate 4 before we even got to Dawson City (the only thing I’m good at pacing at is 100m lengths in the pool). If I ever finish the 12 days, I should write a post on how to lose 6lbs in 3 weeks with a running injury.

The weather was pretty nice too

We get to Dawson City and I pull into the information centre (I’m driving at this point).  We go in and I find the first staff person who will make eye contact with me.  The first thing I ask her is,  “where is the Arctic Chalet?”.  She says, “Inuvik”.  I look at husband and say, “I TOLD YOU!”.  The lady at the info centre burst out laughing.  I leave the centre very fast as I’m pretty livid.  All I’m thinking is why didn’t he ask what town the Arctic Chalet was located in.  I tell him to call and cancel our flight.  For some reason I’m pretty paranoid Judi is going to take my credit card number and make a lot of personal purchases with it.  Husband calls Judi back and explains he thought she was in Dawson City and cancels all our flights.  We get into the truck and drive to the hotel (basically just around the block). 

We get all our crap unloaded and wander around a bit.  Dawson City is pretty cool.  Very historic.  We eventually go for dinner and I have arctic char again.  By this time we can laugh (sort of) about what happened, although I’m still feeling superior and  thinking that if I had made the call, I would’ve known the Arctic Chalet is in Inuvik.  Because I would have asked!

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