Stomp your face

             
The long shadows on the Top of the World Highway reminded me of a game we’d play as kids.  During the carefree days of summer, when the shadows grew long in the evening, we’d jump around on the driveway trying to stomp on each other’s shadow.  That child is still around and is enjoying a little time on the driveway. 

After camping by Fox Lake North of Whitehorse Monday night, we continued up the Klondike Highway to Dawson City, Yukon.  We drove out Bonanza Creek and found where the first claim was staked that started the Klondike Gold Rush, bringing men the grueling 600 miles journey from Skagway or Dyea to Dawson.

The road continues across the Yukon river with a free ferry ride.  Climbing only 10 miles out of Dawson I could quickly see why they call the road the Top of the World Highway.   It’s built on the ridge line and you can see 100 miles in all directions much of the time.  We camped along the road though the sun seemed it would never drop.  

Tuesday, I built a pile of rocks near the border and we rolled back into the States.   When we arrived in Tok, AK,  I was worn out from jamming gears and dodging potholes.

It’s Wednesday morning now (3 hours behind Central) and I’m catching up on emails, doing some work and contemplating washing the RV.  The bugs and dirt are pretty thick and I’m sure is hurting my gas mileage.