I was up fairly early and heading into Whitehorse to get some supplies and information. I’ve been putting a lot of thought into doing the drive up north on the Dempster Highway and I wanted to get as much information as possible before doing so. That highway is infamous for popped tires, broken wind shields and at this time of the year, snow.
By the time I finally left the city it was noon. Much of the land was covered in a thick white sheet of snow that’d fallen the night before. It turns out it broke a record in Whitehorse for the most snowfall at the beginning of the winter season!
The drive north was beautiful. Many lakes and rivers hugged the highway as it weaved its way through the mountainous lands. I was in no rush and took my time appreciating all the views.
As I made it further north the snow began to disappear, showcasing the land in a different color. I’ve always found it interesting looking at something and realizing how much different it was for someone in the past. One of these things was a narrow opening between a river where rapids gathered. While to me it was something nice to look at, during the gold rush this was a serious obstacle for treasure hunters as they navigated the land by boat.
I passed through some small towns with some neat signs but didn’t really explore them, I was to busy thinking about the potential drive the next day.
Nighttime arrived as I pulled into Dawson City. I refilled my gas tank and found a place to doze off. I set my alarm clock to wake me up at 4am, when I would make my final decision on braving the Dempster Highway.
