Another day, another successful leg. As I write this, it is from the furthest point north I've ever ridden, now just beyond 64 degrees.
We were up and at 'em, pounding back coffees while loading out, and rolling by 8:00 am. We pounded the first 220 km to Carmacks with minimal stoppages, taking advantage of good pavement and a sunny, breathless morning, then pitted in Carmacks for fuel (premium!) and what turned out to be the best breakfast yet of the trip.
We stopped again for fuel (no premium) at Pelly Crossing, and had a fun ride hammering it through the mostly two-lane forest tunnel, only occasionally interspersed with a river or mountain view.
Today, only one wildlife sighting over and above the ubiquitous squirrels and ravens. About 50 km short of Dawson, moving suddenly out of the right-hand ditch, I saw: A mouse.
We rolled into Dawson shortly after 4:00, checked in, and found a cold beer on the patio of some hotel neighbours who were on the road with us today (they, on vacation trip from Edmonton to celebrate a birthday). Dinner took a bit longer than usual because the power had been out. We wandered the streets a bit, and checked out the casino and cabaret show, which proved to be where every tourist in town was hiding from the 10:00 pm daylight.
Tomorrow, we hope for dry.
Day total: 588 km, 8h35m
Trip total: 2,759 km
Start: Whitehorse, Yukon. End: Dawson City, Yukon.
Soundtrack: Dropkicks, Mr. Thornley, and shuffle (all left-eared).