We spent two nights at the Yukon River Campground, crossing the ferry into Dawson City to take in the sights.
Dawson City is a town with a rich gold rush history. In 1896, it grew from the hopes and heartaches of men planning to make it rich quickly.
We drove through the town and visited the museum. Nearly a million tried to make it to the Yukon gold rush. Less than 100,000 arrived, almost all too late. We learned about fortunes made and mostly squandered. We learned how the Royal Canadian Mounted Police patroled and kept the community from becoming lawless.
A drive outside of town reveals long, winding hills of tailings from the gold dredging, scars that will never heal. It is a testament to the greed of man. Dawson City barely survived the decline of many boom/bust towns. It’s rich history, however, is now offering new gold in the form of tourism.
Tomorrow morning David and I leave to pan for our own gold, searching the horizon for signs of autumn. We will travel 456 miles up the Dempster Highway, reaching all the way into Inuvik in the Northwest Territory.
I think you are in the area of the First Nation groupof print makers called The Dawson 7 If you get a chance check them out.They are Inuit.I do not have an original but I do have lots of post cards and one of their books. I really love them.
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