After a great breakfast of waffles, fresh strawberries whipped cream and eggs ?, we decided to put on every stitch of clothing we owned. We were rewarded with drizzling, cold rain the entire 8 hour trip. The road wasn’t in good shape either and especially as we neared Dawson City, a cold crosswind blew. There were a lot of sections under construction and whenever they were grading, the road became a sandy quagmire. I got caught once driving on the wrong, but more solid lane only to be chased into a fresh furrow up to the axles. It was t what we called a fun driving day but we survived. Dawson isn’t what I expected. For one thing, there are no paved roads except the main highway. Many of the streets have wooden sidewalks and much of the town appears dedicated to the tourist trade. We’ve gotten used to the high prices and it’s surprising how sitting on a bike seat worrying about the next wet turn gives you quite an appetite. We’ve inquired whether we can get a tour part way up the Dempster tomorrow and the tour operator said he would let us know if he can get a driver. If not, I’ll take our dirty bike up the Dempster. Either way, I’ll wash the caked mud off our clothes and bike tomorrow. Our one stop today was at Braeburn for what the advertise as internationally acclaimed best cinnamon buns. For wildlife, not much time but we did photograph an eagle at Fishpond drive in Whitehorse and I spotted a black bear cub scampering into the woods. Alas no Dall sheep, no elk, no moose except on the road signs.