Day 33, Aug. 4

We snuck out as quietly as we could at 6:15 considering we are a diesel bus. It was a bit foggy but it cleared by the time we were out of town. The traffic is non-existent at that time of morning and we never caught up to traffic and we’re only passed twice (5 times if you count the truck that kept pulling over and then passing us again and again and again). 

I had not driven since the first week of our vacation. I had no interest in shifting for the long mountain grades or driving on the hairpin turns. Today was a winding road with gentle grades so it was a good opportunity to get used to the conditions. Of course, shortly after I was behind the wheel, the fog rolled back in. I drove 230 km until we stopped at Johnson Crossing for cinnamon buns and a loaf of homemade bread. 

The only wildlife we saw for our efforts of getting up early was a red fox proudly carrying a fish to its den. 

We arrived in Whitehorse before noon. While Lawrie napped, I did laundry. We then went into Whitehorse for provisions. The city has grown considerably since 2002, the last time we were here. There appear to be way more tourists than locals in the streets. 

The weekly farmer’s market is held from 3 - 7 on Thursdays, so we went for a look around. It is held at Shipyard Park which has a large playground, the most impressive I have seen. It is a Jumpstart project and is a 9500 square foot inclusive facility. Along with swings and slides, there is a section where children can create music and areas where their imaginations can run wild. 

There were vendors selling fresh vegetables, meats, flowers, baking, crafts and along with tarot readers! There were 10 food trucks doing a booming business with locals and tourists. We had not intended on eating there, but the Gravy Train food truck intrigued us. We shared a Buffalo Dog - a 7 inch frankfurter with Fred’s Ted Hot and Blue Cheese sauce - and an order of roasted garlic and goat cheese fries. Both were delicious!