Beautiful morning in Dawson City. Self serve gas up there in a ramshackle Klondike Motors mechanics shop. They know cars. They don't know buildings. Midnight Sun Hotel.
Michael:Old boardwalk. Dirt road. Gambling hall. I like the idea that these streets got super muddy, so they... the boardwalk is two feet raised.
Michael:So we got the Midnight Sun Hotel, The Central, traditional Parks Canada van, the Downtown Hotel, The Bank of British North America. Here we go. Here's some traditional Klondike mud in the streets. Ravensnook, Oak Hall, another downtown hotel.
Michael:See, there's a new Gold Rush here. Prospectors arrived. Big sky.
Michael:I can finally get that tattoo I've never wanted. And join the Klondike Miners Association.
Michael:Oh, yeah. Pink penny farthing.
Michael:I wouldn't normally associate a gold rush town with being responsible enough to recycle, but there is a recycling depot here.
Michael:Oh, the home hardware is for sale. Finally, a business opportunity I can get behind yesterday.
Michael:Klondike Kate's restaurant. That could be the coffee shop. Cool spot.
Michael:What's this? Oh, the old theater. I can go and see the Odyssey.
Michael:Well, I'm gonna go to Klondike Kate's restaurant, I think. So time for a feed, then gas, then home. Maybe I should send a telegram to let people know I'm leaving first from ye olde post office-e. Ciao.
