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.
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| 93 km |
Job
will be thy name.
Echoes
of a town long gone.
Honored
to be here.
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