It took 10 days to drive the 8294 km from our house in Lochaber, Nova Scotia here to our new home in Dawson City, Yukon.
I’ll update you with all the photos and tales once we have home Internet installed next week. Until then we are mostly offline, except when we’re racking up our overage charges on our cell data bill 😉 Right now I’m at the Alchemy Cafe eating a delicious berry muffin and sipping on an iced tea while I try to use their internet to update our address in a few places.
Our stuff comes on Monday morning, which mean only 3 more sleeps on an air mattress. We really miss our bed! Cooking with one pot, and eating off of paper plates with a spork is as romantic as you may expect too. It has been nice though to run around and get a few things done without busying ourselves with unpacking, so I’m kinda grateful it won’t be here until Monday. We already have signed all the necessary rental agreements and contracts, got the power in our name, basic cable (digital on its way), PO box, new insurance coverage, got Monty a lifetime dog license, and Jeff is getting his driver’s license right now. I need to wait until I have proof of living here, like when I receive bills at our new PO box (which was free by the way?!).
The weather here is perfect, warm but not humid, sunny, bit of a breeze at times. I’ve never seen darkness yet. The sun sets around midnight, but it still isn’t dark and is up long before we wake up.
It is a really easy town to walk everywhere, so we’ve been taking a walk during the day for errands, then another at night for a beer at a couple watering holes – after all we don’t start back to work until next week 🙂
There are naturally many tourists here in the summer, but it is also the Dawson City Music Festival this weekend. I volunteered to work a security shift on Sunday afternoon so I can meet more people and listen to the music. It is just a block or so from our house.
Monty isn’t used to be an in-town dog anymore. When he hears someone drive by on the street, since it is gravel, it sounds like just when someone would come up our gravel driveway, so he barks, since he assumes someone is approaching the door. He’ll learn 😉 He also isn’t like the other local dogs. Most don’t have a leash and just sit outside on the wooden sidewalk when their owner is inside a store or bar.