Karyn with the band at The Pit. The guy on the left was a Yukon native and (the best) fiddle player named Willy. After a few beers, Karyn lost all tact and told him that, "we have a dog named Willy!"
After a night of dancing and drinking with the townsfolk (minus Steve Martin) we returned to the hostel. We climbed a nearby bluff and saw Caveman Bill's (http://www.architrope.com/architrope_vs_3/caveman_bill.html) cave below and a smirking black fox, eerily crossed our path. We can only compare it to seeing a unicorn. It's hard to sleep in the land of the midnight sun.
From Dawson City, YT we drove on the Top of the World Highway back to Alaska. Unfortunately, the "top of the world" views were obscured by "top of the world" mountain mist. This was a one-lane, pot-hole filled, curvy, dirt road that we drove and, as the back of the van states, "We survived the Top of the World Highway and all we got to see was this dirt road."
Upon completing the "top of the world" journey we arrived in Chicken, AK, which has a year round population of 9 (and a summer time pop. of 30).
Heading down the Taylor Highway from Chicken we made a right back onto the Alcan and headed toward Tok, AK. Dry weather and lightning had produced 96 different fires in Alaska. Above, evidence of the damage.
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