Day 32 – July 7, 2001 – We woke up this morning to the realization that our cars had been ransacked, most likely by the group of drunks who were hanging around outside the bar. We were fortunate: the damage was minor (some torn side curtains because they couldn’t figure out how to open the doors) and they primarily stole the gas cans we had borrowed from Bill Capps (and the $3/gallon gas that was in them). Some fishermen in Juneau, who had been impressed by our trip, had given us a half bottle of rum which was in the truck and they stole that, too. Everything else they went through and dumped out but didn’t take. It was pretty frustrating, especially since we have traveled over 4,500 miles on this trip, and on numerous trips before this one, and have never had anything stolen. It certainly doesn’t say much about the Yukon Territory.
The drive up to Dawson City was not too long but not particularly pretty. It is cold and rugged country, considered pretty isolated even in Canada. It started raining rather hard about 25 miles out from Dawson City and Jennifer, who had taped her side curtains with duct tape, got mad all over again about the damage that was causing her to get even wetter than usual. Dawson City is a Disney-looking town with 1890 storefronts recently restored by the Canadian government as part of the historic redevelopment of the gold mining communities. However, unlike Disney, the streets were actually dirt or, after an extended rain, mud. You could get a real feel for the life the miners lived when you trudged your way across the muddy streets. The town is made up primarily of tourists who have come to the end of the earth to see the old mining community and the people who have figured out a way to make money of them. All of us were glad we had been here but none of us feel any driving urge to return.