today we made it to the Yukon. Don’t know why it was so special but something I’ve always dreamed of doing. Maybe it was Pierre Berton or Farley Mowatt or perhaps even Robert Service but I had long thought of going this far north. We left early and travelled about 2 hours before breakfast in Dease Lake. We had the road ‘almost’ to ourselves but had to share it with 1 fox, 1 moose and at least 25 rabbits. After breakfast the road meandered and rose to an altitude of 1245 meters and we were looking at some might torrents of river streams whenever the land sloped downward. Alas there were no more wildlife sightings but the Cassiar is quite beautiful. When we arrived at Watson Lake, we were told the Canada day festivities were down the road apiece We decided to do laundry and update the blog instead. Watson isn’t very exciting but the Forest of Signs was really neat. It’s really quite extensive. Met bikers today from West Virginia, Ontario and California – all heading south so we were able to get a few encouraging words, especially if we had wanted to go to Prud’hoe Bay.