With a mouthful of macaroni cheese I shook my head. A grizzly just off the highway. Wolves and grizzlies. A narrow winding canyon provided the exit from the mountains and the route back to Dawson, a fascinating place still with many of its original buildings. Some have subsided and tilt at crazy angles.
More recent buildings have false bottoms and are elevated on stilts to avoid melting the permafrost.
During my stay it rained three days solid and the dirt streets turned to mud. The Dawson residents looked on as their already short summer slipped away. Time to wrench myself away from the flesh pots of Dawson. Bonanza Creek, Gold Hill, Cheechako Hill, Discovery Claim. No trespassing' and 'private land' signs are rife.