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We departed Dawson City late in the afternoon heading south and east on the Klondike Highway towards Whitehorse. We drove a few hours before spending the night on a roadside pull-out on a bluff overlooking the Pelly River and Pelly Crossing.
Whitehorse is by far the biggest town we have been in for a long while. About a week ago and a million miles away, in the boonies of Alaska, an engine warning light appeared on the coach. The error code indicated loss of engine RPM signal. The error appeared to be intermittent, and there seemed to be no loss of power or performance, so we had continued on. What else could we do? Whitehorse has a Cummins engine service facility, so I dropped in to see if they could take a look. No go. It would be a week before they could get to us. Besides that, they didn't have the part I need, the Engine Speed Sensor. They located me the part at a Cummins facility in Fort St. John, BC, 825 miles away, but on our route. If the part fails completely, the engine dies. We're keeping our fingers crossed.
We decided to park at the local Walmart, partly because we still thought there was a chance we could end up in a service bay, and didn't want to waste money on a campground if we needed to move. We frequently park at Walmarts; most are very hospitable to RVs. This one actually had a large sign welcoming RVs and directing them where to park. During our 3-night stay in Whitehorse there were perhaps 40 more RVs in the lot. Cool!
Whitehorse is near the headwaters to the Yukon river and the stampeders passed through here on their way to Dawson City and the Klondike. At Dawson City the Yukon was wide and muddy, but here it was clear, green and relatively narrow. There is a hydroelectric dam just outside of town, and we viewed the king salmon negotiating the fish ladder. These fish have migrated over 800 miles from the Bering Sea to spawn in the creeks in the headwaters of the Yukon. They hold the fish on the ladder in a viewing area for a short while so they can count them and determine their sex and whether they are hatchery-bred or wild.
We departed Dawson City late in the afternoon heading south and east on the Klondike Highway towards Whitehorse. We drove a few hours before spending the night on a roadside pull-out on a bluff overlooking the Pelly River and Pelly Crossing.
Whitehorse is by far the biggest town we have been in for a long while. About a week ago and a million miles away, in the boonies of Alaska, an engine warning light appeared on the coach. The error code indicated loss of engine RPM signal. The error appeared to be intermittent, and there seemed to be no loss of power or performance, so we had continued on. What else could we do? Whitehorse has a Cummins engine service facility, so I dropped in to see if they could take a look. No go. It would be a week before they could get to us. Besides that, they didn't have the part I need, the Engine Speed Sensor. They located me the part at a Cummins facility in Fort St. John, BC, 825 miles away, but on our route. If the part fails completely, the engine dies. We're keeping our fingers crossed.
We decided to park at the local Walmart, partly because we still thought there was a chance we could end up in a service bay, and didn't want to waste money on a campground if we needed to move. We frequently park at Walmarts; most are very hospitable to RVs. This one actually had a large sign welcoming RVs and directing them where to park. During our 3-night stay in Whitehorse there were perhaps 40 more RVs in the lot. Cool!
Whitehorse is near the headwaters to the Yukon river and the stampeders passed through here on their way to Dawson City and the Klondike. At Dawson City the Yukon was wide and muddy, but here it was clear, green and relatively narrow. There is a hydroelectric dam just outside of town, and we viewed the king salmon negotiating the fish ladder. These fish have migrated over 800 miles from the Bering Sea to spawn in the creeks in the headwaters of the Yukon. They hold the fish on the ladder in a viewing area for a short while so they can count them and determine their sex and whether they are hatchery-bred or wild.
The Yukon Transportation Museum here was very interesting and chronicled modes of travel from snow shoes and skis, dog sled, sleigh, horse drawn wagons, boats, all types of airplanes, buses, trucks, cars and trains. Lots of military vehicles were on display since Whitehorse was a military town. Nicely done museum. A restored DC-3 was mounted on a post in front of the museum and served as a working wind vane.
Perhaps the highlight of Whitehorse was a tour and tasting at the Yukon Brewing Company. We sampled a number of brews and bought a couple of growlers. The brewery has a bottle washing machine and recycles used bottles from other breweries that have been shipped to the Yukon.
At Whitehorse we have again entered onto the Alaska Highway and have basically turned the corner and are headed towards home.
Perhaps the highlight of Whitehorse was a tour and tasting at the Yukon Brewing Company. We sampled a number of brews and bought a couple of growlers. The brewery has a bottle washing machine and recycles used bottles from other breweries that have been shipped to the Yukon.
At Whitehorse we have again entered onto the Alaska Highway and have basically turned the corner and are headed towards home.
2 comments:
I wish walmart were so welcoming in south Florida in the winter.
Cool wind vane and, of course, I love busses.
You know George, the subject of the photo wasn't the bus; it was the canoe.
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