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Yukon Territory somewhere along the Alaska Hwy. |
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On Wednesday, we set out for another full day of driving,
this time north and then west and then south. (We have been buying gasoline
where we can find it because of the remoteness of the region and the RV’s
tendency to drink it. We’ve paid between $5.02 and $5.77 a gallon while in
Canada so far. Grr.) Hwy 37 dead ends into the Alaska Highway, where we turned
westward. The
Alaska Highway, originally called the ALCAN Highway, was built
by the U.S. Army in 1942 to help protect Alaska from invasion during World War
II.
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The 'highway' is a two-lane road not really designed for actual traffic.
There were far too many times that we had to slow to a crawl because of long
stretches of loose gravel for this to be called a ‘highway’. There were also
more than a fair share of potholes…big ones, like
DC potholes. One bright spot
was
Teslin, a little town along enormous Teslin Lake. When we stopped in for
more overpriced gas, the young lady behind the counter handed me a card good
for 18 cents off each gallon (4 cents per liter) for this and future visits.
Nice. Thank you! Another bright spot is that we saw 7 more bears - two brown
ones and five black ones, how fun!
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Bove Island |
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Tagish Bridge |
We continued on until we turned south onto Hwy 8 where the
scenery was spectacular. We crossed through
Tagish, a tiny town of a few dozen
homes and some businesses all taking advantage of the recreation of Tagish Lake
on which they are perched. After a bit, we headed south on Hwy 2 from Carcross, BC
through
Fraser, BC and on to
Skagway, Alaska. Near Fraser we saw tiny Bove Island on the Windy Arm of Tagish Lake, covered in trees under a beautiful blue sky. After that, the landscape began to change
rather dramatically.
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Hwy 2 to Skagway |
Between
Carcross, BC and
Skagway, AK we took in the most
beautiful scenery either of us has ever laid eyes on without exception. We descended 3000 feet in elevation during the last 12 miles or so before Skagway and past an alien landscape of magnificent and surreal rock formations, covered in trees and snow and surrounded by alpine streams and rivers. It looked like a cross between the arctic tundra and the moon with pools of water so clear you could drown in their reflections, except for the few frozen over with ice, and overshadowed by towering snow-capped peaks. It was breathtaking. Sadly, the camera didn't capture nearly as much as we saw.
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As we crossed through the border into Alaska, we again endured a slew of questions from the customs guy (now a US customs guy), without a smile but with less verve than when we originally crossed into Canada. As we descended into
Skagway, the frozen streams and icy mountains gave way to more and more evergreen trees and a deep valley down to the Scaguay River. We could see the narrow gauge
WP&YR Railroad snaking its way on the opposite side of the river from us, barely clinging to the mountainside.
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View of Skagway from Hwy 2 |
To quote an article
written in the Skagway News on December 31, 1897 during the Klondike Gold Rush,
“The town is situated in as
charming a valley as the eye of man ever rested upon. The valley is narrow,
being most precipitous, as well as most picturesque. Halfway up the mountains
on the east, just above the town, is a mountain lake, from which pours a great
volume of water, leaping down the mountainside in cascades and waterfalls…On
either hand, as you look northward up the valley, tall mountain peaks are seen,
their serrated tops standing out in bold relief. On the west eternal winter is
personified in a vast glacier that juts out from the mountain side, as if ready
to leap below. West of the town, hugging the foothills, runs the Skaguay
River…”
Couldn’t have worded it better myself.
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Little boat dock in Skagway Marina |
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We set up camp at the
Pullen Creek RV Park, situated a block
from the downtown as well as next to the end of the train tracks for the
WhitePass and Yukon Route railroad and just down from the wharf where the giant
cruise ships pull in to drop their tourists. The park is basic but extremely
convenient and within view of the snow-capped mountains that overlook the town on
the other side of the harbor. We settled in for a little while, then walked
down to the dock to see the two huge boats and the swarms of people returning
to them.
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Broadway Street, Skagway, Alaska |
We walked back into the downtown area and peeked in the
windows of the shops lining Broadway Street from 2nd to 8th
Streets. Jewelry shops are in a clear and decisive majority here, obviously
pandering to travelers from the cruise ships…Princess, Disney, Norwegian, and
so on.
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Many of the other shops offer a wide range of Alaskan themed tchotchkes
and gifts…everything from keychains, t-shirts and postcards to ulus, mukluks
and totems. Oddly, a large variety of gifts from Russia are also on display…matryushka
dolls, hand-carved Christmas figurines, and black lacquer boxes. We wandered
around taking pictures of the false-fronted buildings, many dating from between
1898 and 1901, during the
Klondike Gold Rush.
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The streets were emptied of the
throngs of cruise ship tourists and a calm quiet settled over the town. We ate
dinner at the
Skagway Brewing Company, a local hangout on Broadway offering a
tasty meal and an even tastier porter.
We walked back through the downtown and
remarked that at 9pm, the sun still had not set, in fact, it had barely reached
the tops of the mountains around the town. At 11pm, we tried to go to sleep in
daylight so bright it looked like early dusk for hours. What a beautiful little town...like a milkshake after a month of starving.
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