Whitehorse (and lemons)

The flight to Whitehorse was work, we had rain and quite a bit of turbulence. Dale (our leader) decided to take a shortcut to save bumps and it worked pretty good. On landing the tower informed us that two RV's (kit built planes) were ahead of us and to watch for the last one that was yellow. Dale called "I have the banana in sight", apparently the RV driver was offended and responded somewhat tersely. Dale then asked that our flight be cleared for the "long" runway, which moved the RV's the small runway. Those who were ahead of us, were now waiting on the ground for us to clear the big runway...

The above picture is the "windsock" at Whitehorse, this old DC-3 will point into any wind over 3kts. After waiting for the second van (I might add Dad and I had our baggage on the first van, but got booted off) which was to be back in "5" and actually came back in "20", the remaining 17 of us piled into a 10 passenger van.

Whitehorse is a small town of 23,000 and is the largest nothern town in Yukon territory. Apparently it was founded in the gold rush days as a supply town, Jack London wrote about it referring to the Klondike. Today it survives on tourism and must be popular with Germans as the city tour guide is in English and German.

We arrived at our hotel to discover that our two reserved rooms was now one and that no other rooms were available. They were kind and comped our room, but the room is so small that we have to take turns passing between the beds. The hotel also comped our dinner, but Dad didn't receive his and had to eat after everyone else. Remember those lemons? I guess they caught up to us.

For now the wind is howling, there is light rain and 55 degrees. Tomorrow we head to Fairbanks and celebrate Dad's 60th B-Day (those of you who have his cell phone, give him a call about 5pm CST).