Beaver Creek, Yukon

Up until now, the only place I took a motel was in Prudhoe Bay (and it was worth it!). Now, as I cross into the Yukon and into Beaver Creek, I decide to motel it. I pull up to the motel and ask the clerk if "this is the home of the $35 a night rooms?" No, it's not, the rooms are $90. I ask about the billboard up the road and she say that she does have a room for $40. "Ok, I'll take it". Well yeah, it was technically a room. I decided that I would not let my skin touch anything in the room that didn't belong to me. The last room in the row of 6 rooms was the "shower". I can't complain, it had some hot water and it didn't stop running until I turned it off.



But I gotta tell you, I missed my tent, with the breeze blowing through it and the smells (of nature, not of my sleeping bag! ) and stuff. The room was stifling and I regretted getting it.





Another ancestor who could'nt wait to wake me up in the morning.





I was baffled by this old, yet currently registered car. Later though, I saw more and came to the conclusion that there was an antique car show going on somewhere. I probably saw 20 or 30 of them.









Midnight at Beaver Creek, Yukon. I'm the only one awake, probably within 50 miles. I just kind of stood in the middle of the street, looking around - no cars, no people, no traffic or noise of any kind. I let my mind wander, imagining that I was the last person alive on earth. It was easy to believe, here.

Looking west:



Looking east:





The sky was neato.