Whitehorse, Yukon

Whitehorse, Yukon

By changing campgrounds unexpectedly, we ended up cutting our trip to Whitehorse in half. We were actually quite grateful for that. Instead of 450 miles in one day, we did about 260.

We pulled into our Whitehorse campground to a line of other RVs. This rarely happens for us so we lounged around until it was our turn. We were hoping for a full hook up site but they just ended up being too small. We opted for a bigger pull thru and my mom graciously did one dump in our portable sewer tank by herself.

Our Whitehorse trip was split between two walks. Our first one was in the downtown area along a river. Phoebe got a few dips in the water and we got to follow a cute trail to the main part of town. It was quite toasty so we didn’t last more than an hour but it was fun to get out in a more populated area.

Our second walk was at Miles Canyon, a few minutes from our campground. The area was stunningly gorgeous. With a bridge to connect the two pieces of land we crossed over to the other side and took a very narrow trail to an entry to a small beach where we could see the beautiful blue water up close. Phoebe, of course, took it upon herself to cool off in the water and find strange things to eat. The trail sort of came to a dead end at that point so we turned around and went in the other direction. This area had more foliage and was a bit steeper. We were going to continue walking when my mom sensed that we were ultimately alone and the possibility of a bear sighting was highly possible. We turned on our heels in just enough time to see two swimmers in wet suits scaling the side of the cliff. They popped up over the top and proceeded to the edge. They chatted with a man nearby and determined that the water was deep enough for them to jump. By the count of three, they were both in the air and descending down quickly into the water. They had a friend with dogs nearby in a boat but they turned right around and climbed the cliff to do it all over again.

The next time, the guys jumped off of the bridge I mentioned earlier. Even with signs indicating imminent death from throwing yourself off of this said bridge, they did it anyway. Fortunately, both seemed to be strong swimmers because the current pulled them quickly away from where they landed and they had to push hard to get back to solid ground. Before we left, they did the bridge jump once more and I think the were scoping out new places to jump as we drove off. It did look quite exhilarating but certainly not for the faint of heart.

Our own heart stopping experience came on the exact day we were planning to leave to head to Haines, Alaska….

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