Once again we cross from Alaska to the Yukon, stopping at the remote Burwash Landing Resort and RV Park, which for most of us is a dry camp (no hook-up utilities).
By now readers should understand the term "resort" in Alaska and the Yukon has little relationship to the term "resort" as in, say, Palm Springs.
The setting here is beautiful, but there is hardly anyone around and unless you fish or hunt or use it as a base for exploring, there is really nothing to do. No matter. We arrive like locust and in minutes are settled, crammed nearly bumper-to-bumper everywhere imaginable.
There is a small ramshackle cabin about 10 feet from my rig door labeled in light-hearted script "Honey Moon Suite". Soon two twenty-something girls from Vancouver show up in horror at all the aluminum surrounding their cabin. They have spent the last several nights camping on glaciers in a tent, and paid the lodge owner $100 for the use of the "suite" for one night so they could get cleaned up. Their "suite" looks not worth $40 to us, and that's without aluminum neighbors. They eventually calm down and are persuaded to go threaten the owner with out backing, and eventually the price is somewhat lowered and they join our group for a pleasant happy hour around a campfire.
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| Welcome to Canada |
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| ...now about this road. |
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| They got the good spots. |
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| Presumptive NorCal president Claudia tackles the blocks while fending off mosquitos. |
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| The Honeymoon Suite (rear). |
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| No, you can't use the boat for firewood. |
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