Mike tackles mosquitoes and the Yukon River

Jane, but mainly Mike, had a bad night.  The mosquitoes hounded him and resisted his attempts at their extinction.  He finally put a mosquito net over his head at Jane’s suggestion.  She was having a hard enough time sleeping because Mike was constantly on mosquito hunt.

Perhaps the more major problem developed because Mike likes to sleep cold and had some windows open, but kept getting hotter and hotter.  Jane likes to sleep warm and kept getting colder and colder.  Each adjusted their individual blanket controls and the situation kept getting worse, until Mike, his sweating head draped in mosquito cloth, and Jane, freezing no matter what she did, looked at each other and realized they had reversed their blanket controls.

This morning the caravanners went on a boat cruise on the Yukon River.  This mighty river was partially tamed in the 1950s.  It runs north – yes, north – for quite a ways then turns west to and empty into the Bering Sea – nearly 2000 miles.  An area near Whitehorse, now dammed, once contained killer rapids that had to be run to reach the goldfields, and many died.

Mike chats-up our boat captain and the next time I look Mike is piloting, and does so for at least 20 minutes back to the dock where the captain take control at the last instant.  Mike is a very smooth talker and I doubt that the captain had any clue our prez was functioning on little sleep and is a big dingy in the best of circumstances.

This doesn't seem too hard.

Whoa!  Didn't see you.  Sorry!

We try to assess damages.

We kill much of the afternoon with laundry, leaving unfortunately no time to explore the historic parts of Whitehorse.  Well, and get a nap.  But we do have a very nice dinner with some other couples, and then attend a vaudeville-type show - they seem to be a mandatory part of national caravans.  This one meets all my expectations, and occasionally exceeds.

Barry & Claudia, Mike & Jane, Judy & David, Cam & Marcia