I’m a little nervous that my cooling fan is toast. Only one way to find out and that is to test to see if it’ll turn on. I disconnect the wire that activates the fan from the heat sensor on the radiator and run it to ground. Phew. There’s still life in it after all. At this point, I can safely say that my bike has been through a lot and yet; still functions like the first day I bought it. It’s been put to the test and has exceeded all my expectations. From this day forward, I have officially named my bike Job.
A brilliant view to start the day
Today we are taking a side trip to Clinton Creek, an abandoned asbestos mining town in the 1970s. My uncle used to work here when he first immigrated to Canada and it would be neat to snap some pictures to show him how it looks like today.
I find it so fascinating to be travelling on the same road my uncle travelled on day in and day out when he was my age back in the day.
It’s hard to imagine what it was like to be working so far away from his home country. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.
The oldest town in Yukon, once with a population of 600, has dwindled down to only a few.
End of the road…
…and the end of our tour of Clinton Creek.
Back on the Top of the World Highway en route to Dawson City
The George Black Ferry is a free service that operates 24 hours a day
Dawson City awaits us.
Job will be thy name.
Echoes of a town long gone.
Honored to be here.