Along the way

Well, our drive through the Yukon has been enlightening. The people are charming enough, with a few notable exceptions, and the folks are curiously lacking in motivation to do anything in general, again with many notable exceptions.

In all, an experience not to be missed, but be prepared to get the cold shoulder a bit and bring your own coffee apparatus unless you want to spend $3 a cup on the worst coffee you ever threw out.

A very representative case in point: We bought cheeseburgers from a fast food joint for $4 US that would cost less than $1.50 anywhere in the USA. The order was poorly taken, and promptly but poorly prepared by kids that would have been fired from any fast food joint in the states... they were working for $11.00 an hour (starting wage, as advertised on the building) Ah, the wondrous joys of socialism.....

Price signs are often curiously inaccurate....

("oh, they upped it but they haven’t changed the sign yet, eh") Yeah, Right.

This story was replayed in many ways along the trip, but became less and less prevalent as we worked our way south.

On the other hand, it shows that the people must be well cared for, as they obviously are difficult to motivate financially..... so who says that’s a bad thing?

(unless you want a good, cheap burger, courteously prepared)

I wonder if it's the French influence? Everyone knows the French are rude, it's to be expected. After all, it is part of their cultural heritage, their very national identity. If I were French, I'd rude it up good, especially for the tourists, mustn't disappoint the tourists.

By the time you get down to Dawson Creek, things are a bit sorted out, and a sense of cultural normality returns to the environment.

Cheerfulness and a warm smile are the norm here.

Yet another stunning vista on the drive through the Yukon, eh.

Laird Hot springs was a hit with the kids and us alike. A mostly natural, unspoiled hot spring experience!

More from Laird

A sad photographic indictment of the fledgling Canadian automotive industry. I always wondered why Canadians always drive US or Asian vehicles, but now I know better than to ask. Tragically, this model lacked any drive train whatsoever and was abandoned at the lakeside by it's disgruntled owner. "Hell on the neck anyway" I heard him grumble as he walked away to thumb a ride home.

A rare photographic record of the two arsed mountain goat. What a spectacular find!!

Canadian Pebble deer grazing on the granite rich deposits by the roadside.

Buffalo, Unconcerned, as if to say "thought you got us all, didn't you". Apparently these are descendents of the draft dodgers of the plains herds.