We drove up a summer-only road to Chicken, Alaska, home of great pies and many jokes. From there we experienced the Top of the World Highway over to the Canadian border and into the Yukon. Our destination was Dawson City, the site of the Klondike Gold Rush. We took the ferry across the Yukon River to the city shortly before contestants started arriving who were paddling down from Whitehorse in a five-day race. Dawson City is more entertaining than other frontier tourist towns. (Unfortunately, we stayed in one of the most horrific hostels ever created; imagine Stephen King and the world's greatest environmental disaster rolled into one.) Despite poor choice in lodging, we enjoyed ourselves, including checking out the view of the city from Dome Mountain. Also, Maynard looked for gold at the Discovery Claim on Bonanza Creek, the claim that started the rush. He didn't find anything, but a fox came by to say hello and we encountered some local beavers who were hellbent on blocking a drainage pipe.
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