Day 54; June 20 - Whitehorse to "DownUnder"

We left Whitehorse, Yukon Territory in Canada around 8:35am.  We headed northwest towards the Alaskan border. Somehow we ended up "DownUnder" for one of the most interesting experiences we have had in Canada.  The roads did start to fall apart.  I understand in my small mind that what we are facing is called the frost heave.  It looks like Mr. Jack Frost has heaved along the road and we ended up with lumps, humps and bumps.

 This section of the road has been totally turned back into rock.

Driver tries to tell me that this is ancient lava ash.

 Time for gas?

 The White River Campground was people friendly.  The host "Crocodile Dundee" was something from somewhere?  He had an accent that was interesting.  He and his wife made the stay fun and you would want to recommend it and stop back in the next trip.  They have a campfire burning and logs to sit on to chew the fat and listen to some tall tales.  There was a man and his wife from Florida.  (Must have been a salesman!)  He was talking about drinking and how he had never drank much; but one time after work his wife had picked him up in the RV and they were headed to his fathers.  He decided that she was driving and he might as well try some drinks.  She stopped at an ABC store, he went in and asked for the only thing he could remember hearing about, Southern Comfort.  Got back into the RV, and took a sip, it was sweet and made him warm.  Pretty good stuff!  After he had sipped several ounces, he and his wife passed an alligator along the road.  He told his wife that he wanted to take it to his dad's pond.  He got out and wrestled the alligator down and tied it with a rope.  He tore his jeans and skinned his knees and hands; but got it put into the shower in the RV.  Got to his dads, bedded down for the night.  Next morning at breakfast he told his dad he had brought him an alligator.  Of course his dad did not want it.  Now what?  Went to the RV to take it down the road and release.  What he found in the shower was a piece of belting off a tire with a rope around it.  His wife just shook her head.  Yes, he had had too much to drink......

 This is what remained of the original bridge across White River in 1942.  Makes you feel pretty humble.

 The driver was the host.  He had a 1942 Dodge Military truck 6x6.  At dusk, he loads up interested guests and takes them for a RIDE!  His wife will actually go around from camper to camper and invite everyone that is not sitting around the fire.  We hop in on an old metal real that he uses for a step.  Look up and he is rolling his "cigarette".  This man had been around.  When he was younger, he took people on horse packing trips.  He does enjoy life.  We broke paths with the truck; but viewed the original trails through his land that the road workers had left.  Path was broke down and tress will not grow there.  We walked on history.

Original 1942 Work Trail.  I think he called it the logging road.

 This was an old cabin, built into the hill.  The door was open and Gary went inside to take pictures.  The cots and furniture had been left behind.  It was over 100 years old and had once been a mail stop over.  Can you imagine this being on your property?  They call it their honeymoon house?