Dawson City is the end of probably the most grueling Dog Sled Race 1000 miles of high mountain passes and extreme cold. What lay a head of us was a taste of those passes and thankfully not the cold weather.
As we rolled into White Horse there was an Old Steamer Ship that used to run supplies to the prospectors that forged into this country in search of gold. The town is a large by Yukon standards.
We had a need: mechanical advice and some new tires for Taz's bike. We had some one look over the bike and managed to buy some tires: so we stripped the wheels off and got the new rubber fitted.. They had no way to balance the tries so i had to do it myself.
We spent the day chilling and even managed to catch a movie.
Coming into Dawson is a trip back in time and there are old fashioned buildings with swinging doors and the is a famous drink here called the Sour Toe: basically its a human toe that was pickled back in the day for some unknown reason. Today it is right of passage. The challenge to drink a shot with the pickled toe in the glass and it must touch the lips!! A dead mans big toe in your drink! Well we had to do it! I even managed to put it completely in my mouth but the nail caught on the roof of my mouth and made it difficult to get out .. eeerrrhh!
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