Up early for a tour of an active gold mine. Same tour guide as the dredge, apparently after completing the dredge guide tour he went to Gerties and dealt cards until 2:30am. Oh to be young again and able to stay our all night and then go to work. We got a close up view of their dredge in action.
Another informative tour ending with panning for your own gold a mile from the original gold strike on Bananza Creek. Here I am in action. I got one flake of gold.
In order to find that flake and make sure I didn’t miss anything (you get to keep whatever you find), I enlisted the help of the guide, Gordon.
Nope, just one tiny flake.
The owner of the gold mine lives on site and winters in Hawaii or Iowa depending on how much gold they get out. They are expecting 1.5 million dollars in gold this year. Here’s how he lives, clearly saving for his retirement.
Quite a bouncy drive from Whitehorse and as a result one of the drawer latches broke. This is not good as you do not want drawers flying open while you are driving. I stuck a big pillow between the bathroom door and the drawer, but something needed to be done. We got to the hardware store and were helped by the owner who reminded us of our hardware store in Clarksburg. Everything you could ever want is there but the owner has to find it for you. We got supplies and Doug McGyvered a temporary solution. As always, my Hero. Wrote Roadtrek who are supposed to be sending a replacement part to meet us in Anchorage.
Got back to town and raced over to the ferry landing as this is the only way to get to Tok on our way to Fairbanks. Based on the instructions from a local, we ended up in the wrong line and suffered the verbal abuse of the loading guy. I flipped him the bird as we departed (not really, but I wanted to)
Made it across and are now on the Top of the World Highway, using the term highway loosely. This was largely a gravel road and with intermittent rain showers, the RV was soon covered in mud and you could not see out the back windows. After a couple of hours we made it to US customs where we sat for 20 minutes because the rain storm knocked out their sensors.
Tig and I got out for a photo and the custom’s agent said “no wild animals allowed”. Doug said “that is no way to talk about my wife”. Such a witty man!
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