This morning it was still snowing, and now the road north was closed for sure as the big yellow boom gate was across the road and locked. Some had clearly not been as lucky as us as there were at least two trucks and one SUV parked just the wrong side of the gate.

As we prepared to get under way we discovered that we had a problems with the Tiger's electrical system. While we were plugged into a power source or running the generator everything worked. But when we attempted to run on battery power the lights and the furnace did not work. As you can imagine we saw this as a bit of a problem. We had to drive 400km to Dawson City, there were no settlements along the way, and winter was howling outside. So we made a plan; Dawson City tonight, Whitehorse tomorrow night, fix the Tiger the next day. Let's go.

This could have been a day of simply let's get there - but the spectacle of the road from Eagle to Dempster Junction asserted itself and we drove to enjoy the view. We worked around the electrical problem simply by running the generator whenever we stopped, and let the house get cold while we drove.

As we drove the 150-200km immediately south of Eagle Plains the weather remained overcast with high cloud, light snow falling and a strong wind blowing snow over the road. But visibility was good and again we marveled at the road as it ran along barren or lightly treed hill tops and ridge lines forming hugh sweeping curves as it followed the terrain. At times we could see the road for 10km or more on distance ridge tops.

With perhaps 100 kms remaining to Dempster Junction the weather and the road changed dramatically. The cloud thinned and we had a bright mostly blue sky day, and at the same time we emerged out of the valley of the Ogilvie River into a series of very wide valleys bounded left and right by huge round topped and completely snow covered mountains. It was like being in a fairy land. We both loved this part of the drive and forgot all about any minor hassles with the Tiger.

All in all it was with more than a little regret and feeling of anti-climax that we pulled onto the Klondike Loop highway at Dempster Junction and headed towards Dawson City.

We needed power for the night in Dawson City so sought out the only RV park not still closed for the season. As we pulled into our assigned camp sight we learned that open means different things to different people. There was a substantial layer of frozen snow on the ground, but interspersed with 6 inch deep holes where the snow had melted down to the ground. Also since we were late in the afternoon, and the day had been warm (44°F) by Dawson City standards there were huge stretches of water between and under the frozen snow. As we checked in the lady at the desk told us we were her first RV for the season we took that as something of a complement.