Dawson to Chicken

Ravens are smart birds very commonly seen in the far north.   This crafty character loosened one of the ties holding down the canoe!

And was quite unrepentant…

Our trip on the last bit of the Dempster highway to Dawson City was overcast, but wild flowers were still a highlight.

After the far north, Dawson (in spite of streets paved in dirt) seemed a nice respite for a couple of days…. Bombay Peggy’s is an inn in an historic building that was formerly a brothel.

The town looked somewhat different from when we were there in February 2015.

Well…..maybe not so much.

As usual, nice encounters were had there…… bought woven bracelets from a young Frenchman, homemade cookies from an even younger resident….. and greeted a colorful pup anxiously awaiting his person.

Dawson has a lot of history dating back to the gold rush that began in the late 19th century; by visiting many of the historic and cultural sites in the Yukon, we earned the coveted Yukon Gold pin!

Because of its proximity and the lure of a border town named Chicken, Alaska seemed like a logical place to visit next.  Before crossing the border back into the US, we unloaded almost all of our fresh produce….. but still got caught with an apple that had to be immediately consumed or confiscated; also had to give up the firewood that had been carefully amassed.

Chicken is a tiny community that has capitalized on its funny name.

We were able to fly twice here, although the most interesting feature was the town of Chicken itself.  The Chicken Airport provided a good camp ground, which we shared with a couple from Ontario that we have run into several times in the course of our travels north.  Also shared the marshes surrounding the airport with the local moose and her yearling calf!

From Chicken, we proceed to the next Alaskan town of Tok, where the truck and trailer received a much-needed washing.

(Henry did the detailing….. )

Looks nice for our onward journey!