We've been sorely disappointed in the past when arriving in mining ghost towns to find the only general store is closed, the motel is missing its roof and all the residents look like they haven’t seen newcomers in years.
That’s not our ferry, that’s an old functioning paddle wheeler… There’s our ferry
Some of the restored buildings in Dawson
Doing a tour of Robert Service’s cabin with readings of his poetry by a period dressed Parks worker
They also seem to leave certain things in an appealing state of disrepair.
Visiting the remains of a paddle wheel graveyard on the Yukon, just downstream from Dawson
The folks running Diamond Tooth Gertie’s Gambling Hall put on three great shows every night, progressing in modernity and scandalousness as the evening wore on.
Dancing girls at Gertie’s
David even got pulled on stage!
Details on the toe
Down the hatch
Lastly, and quite importantly, is the food. Dawson has several really good restaurants we indulged in. Our favourite was Klondike Kate’s.
Needless to say, we think Dawson City is aged to perfection. Hopefully all the fun and food we had here will fuel us through the next leg of our journey; over 800km of remote riding on the Dempster Highway. The next time you hear from us, we’ll be in Inuvik!