Whitehorse, Yukon

Whitehorse, Yukon

July 10^th

Most of the rigs we had been seeing were all heading in one direction….to Alaska.  Now as the summer is getting into full swing, it is difficult to tell whether a rig is heading to or from Alaska.  We are beginning to see some caravans.  These rigs were staying at our campsite. Pioneer RV in Whitehorse.  At first blush, I thought maybe my Good Sam friends Carol and Steve had decided to change their plans, but alas, it was an Allegro Bus but not one full of dog bones for me.  Carol always takes good care of my stomach!!  The stickers announced that they were part of a Fantasy Tour.  There were at least 23 in the group…at least that was the highest sticker number we saw.

This driver failed to negotiate the back turn in the campground.  His first mistake was not unhooking is tow vehicle.  His second mistake was going behind the light pole.  Yep, he stuffed it into the bank.  And I’m sorry to say, they were trying to park in the site next to us.  Dad made sure to move his truck WAY out of the way.  The Class A driver had to do some jockeying back and forth to get out of the bank and around the corner.   Would you believe he ran his generator the whole day and most of the night?  I guess he couldn’t handle the 30 amp service???  He never hooked up his water line or sewer, just the 30 amp plug…but then he ran his generator.

There are other caravans that we passed on the Alaskan Highway with different stickers.  And then at a rest stop, we saw a couple in a van who were also pulled into the large parking lot.  They had their flashers on but we didn’t think much of it until the woman approached us and said they needed gas.  Now it wasn’t because there was a lack of gas pumps.  They just forgot to check their gauge and stop for gas.  Dad suggested that they make a sign so people would know that they were in need of gas.  They had Quebec license plates and a heavy French accent to go with it.  As luck would have it, on the other side of the road about 100 yards down, a work truck pulled into a work compound.  They had some gas that they would sell them to get them back on the road again.  Dad suggested that they do what we do, even though there hasn’t been an issue of locating available pumps.  We drive on the top of the tank and fill up when we get down to a half tank.  You just never know if you may wind up in an accident or construction tie up…or even if the gas station you were desperately counting on was out of fuel or maybe lost electricity to even pump the fuel.  Why put yourself in that situation when there really is no reason to drive that close to empty and gamble that the needed fill up will be available? Granted, sometimes the price is not what you had hoped it would be but if we are there and it is available, we pump and pay.  Sometimes it is actually higher priced down the road.

I’m just glad to be doing some comfy, smooth sailing up and down the highways and not running along side a bicycle wearing out my pads.  Can you even picture it?  I don’t even think riding in a small cart being towed behind a bike would be all that comfy.  Thank goodness they don’t expect me to act like a sled dog!!  Don’t even go there.  After all, I’m a 13 year old lady!!

Hickory

…..on the road again