I took myself out for breakfast this morning. It sounds like a normal thing to do, I realize, but it takes a lot of convincing on my part. The awkwardness of being shy holds me back. But I did it. Perhaps an award should be in my future.
I had a lovely breakfast at Cheechako’s Bake Shop. An egg and bacon on a home-made english muffin. Yummy!
Not very many were up on my walk to the bakery. It was still slightly dark. Up on the hill northeast of town is a slide called Moosehide Slide. It may look like man interfered with nature here, but it is a prehistoric landslide, naturally occurring and surrounded by legend. This is “a natural landslide in mega proportions” and a sight that welcomed weary First Nations peoples and gold-seekers home.
I think I’ve covered every inch of Dawson City on foot. I’m finding it hard to sit at my desk as I see sunshine out the window because I know … this won’t last. The wind will soon be howling and then I’ll have lots of time to hunker down to work.
I think this is called The Dome, but I can’t be sure.
This is Jack London’s Museum, a favourite of visitors.
I circumnavigated Dawson City today by taking the Ninth Avenue Trail behind me all the way around to the Yukon River.
Above is the view of town from the trail. I am looking up river toward the Klondike River.
Above is the view of the Yukon River looking down river to the north.
I took a ferry ride across the Yukon River where the highway continues toward Alaska, toward the Top Of The World Highway.
I finished my walk on Eight Avenue where I was going to stop for tea, but I’m pretty sure no one is home.
Then down the steps and I’m home!
It’s been a full day. I’m pooped. zzzzzz