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Running in northern BC with my dog Kobi


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Day Three of the 12 Days of Yukon

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.

Miles Canyon is way off to the top right

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.

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Day Two of the 12 Days of Yukon

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. 

The sign post forest is huge! This is just one small part.

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.

One of the many stops on the way. There were several fires causing this smoke haze.

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?