We arrived at Dawson City without incident. Spent one night on the way in the parking lot of the tiny Visitors Center in Stewart Crossing, YT. We parked between two of the three "No Overnight Camping" signs.
We were desperate. The local campground had closed. No one in this town of 45 bothered us, tho Jenna woke up early with visions of SWAT teams descending on us.
But still. What if the Mounties arrested us and deported us via the nearest border, i.e. Alaska? As convicted felons, we could not reenter Canada! How would we drive back home?
So we slept in our clothing, put a muzzle on Clancy, and fled from town at first light. Close call that one. We live on the edge!
More about Dawson City in our next post.
Bruce
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