Friday, February 12, 2010
Dawson City Checkpoint - waiting...
We arrived in Dawson about 7:30 on Wednesday evening. We immediately checked in and arranged to pick up Katie's supplies that had been trucked in. There were nine check bags and five bales of straw. We offloaded them from the tractor trailer, went back inside for a moment and then pulled the truck around to pick up. Brooke began arranging our trailer and I dropped dogs for a break. (Remember Detour and Herbert have been travelling with us...) Suddenly a local woman came running up and informed us a large dog had absconded with one of our drop bags! She and Brooke ran around for a bit hoping to locate the thief - but he is a town dog and was not to be found. One happy town dog we imagine. Fortunately, our Katie is very organized and we have a book that lists each bag and it's contents by number. Brooke was able to repack a bag with all of the food that Katie will need on the trail with extra supplies we are carrying. Boy, Brooke was pissed. We didn't expect that.
On a different track, since we were in Fairbanks Brooke has been talking about a bar in Dawson that is very well-known for a special cocktail. The "SourToe". She said we had to go there and join this special club...seems that sometime back in the 70's these folks found a severed frostbitten digit on the floor of a remote cabin and came up with the idea that people would love to pay for the honor of taking a shot of whiskey with the "Toe" floating in it. There is a special ceremony and you have to sign the registry. And if you successfully imbibe your beverage the "Toe" has to touch your lips! This is a real, gnarly, human toe folks - I looked at it! There are more than 40,000 people that are registered.