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June 16- Wild life update: None,zip,zero,nada,zilch. Museum update: one

Megan- please make sure that the interloping bears and moose mind their manners. They are riff raff and may try to get at the wine I have stashed. They may get angry but throw 'em a beer, that should placate them for a bit. And whatever you do, don't tell them it'll be a month before their next martini. Mayhem will be the result. OK.

We made it to Whitehorse, the gin is replenished, and the trip can resume. Tomorrow will we see the sights of this outpost. I am writing to you from the HI COUNTRY RV PARK. Once again, no I did not misspell high/hi. It's these Canadians who insist on spelling things their own way.Back to the matters at hand. This commercial park is about 5 minutes south of downtown Whitehorse. All of us here are tried and true campers and really INTO roughing it. Being environmentally aware we insist on being "camped" arm pit-to-arm pit. This is what camping is all about. Yes, it is the maximum wilderness experience. We have a campfire pit that would smoke out the entire place -perhaps the entire town- if we decided to have one. While securing their spot, our neighbors darned near took out the one tree in the entire place.

You already know that last night we stayed at the Continental Divide campground. What I did not tell you was that it offered a FREE RV wash. Free is the operative word here and the Big Fella was all over it. It had a power sprayer which is no doubt one of the highlights of the trip for him. I am quite sure that the entire experience made him light headed as he managed to spray me, inadvertently of course. In addition he was able to use some tools! I am not making this up. With a clean camper and truck, we were on our way. But as an aside....

I forgot to mention the rock graffiti. The Milepost Magazine calls them rock messages, but really it's just graffiti without the spray paint. It began in 1990 or so when a swim team from Fort Nelson spelled out "P Break" in rocks on a berm along the shoulder of the highway. Now 20 years later and there are miles and miles of so-called messages on the berms. Most of them are the Harry+Sally sort, but some are kind of clever, I guess. None of them stand out.

One museum today and it was my kind of museum. The George Johnston Museum in Teslin is dedicated to the inland Tlingit people and one in particular by the name of George Johnston. He was an entrepenuer and photographer. His photographs present a history of the tribal traditions of the inland Tlingit from the 1920's though to the 1950's. The museum also had artifacts from the area. It seems like a harsh existence to me, but I doubt they thought it so.

Today was a driving, doing the laundry, getting groceries kind of day. Not too exciting, but there will be more opportunities for wild life and I do hope a moose or two more. Our next stop is Dawson City but not before we take-in the sights of Whitehorse.

Ryan's birthday is Friday, so if you see him make sure to wish him a happy birthday!

More when we have internet access.

Mary