Young Girls On Pot

We spent a delightful day in Dawson City today. We stayed at the Down Town Hotel, where the wyfi actually works. They even had a bike wash, so we all got cleaned up.

They were full so had to move to even nicer accommodations at 5^th Avenue B & B.
Huckleberry had never been to the paddle wheel graveyard just down river, and across the ferry from town.  The ferry was busy today. On our side large motor homes waited some 20 deep, and on the other side of the river Big State trucks loaded with fuel from the koch brothers refinery in North Pole waited six deep to cross.
The deck hands make throttle twisting motions on their stop signs. That is the signal for bikes to board. They always save room for us.


This is the third time I have been fortunate to visit the scuttled paddlewheel ships. The river is way to high to walk on the beach so we walk on overgrown trails that is home to some of the finest mosquito breading habitat found anywhere in Yukon.  

The ships that were a major part of the History of Alaska and the Klondike gold era rot on the bank of the Yukon victims of progress.

As we make our way out of the graveyard two young girls had climbed up on one of the relics. They were smoking pot. The aroma drifted in the still air. They invited us over. We walked back on the trail, towards the bikes with a heavy contact high.