When offered the opportunity to scope out the Yukon as a possible place to hold events, my boss made it clear I had to go. Can’t argue with the boss, right?
So I hopped on a plane, on which I sat for 7 hours, landed in Whitehorse at 10 pm and was whisked to a hotel where I fell into bed by 11 (2 am my body’s time).
Painfully early the next morning, my host, Mike, and the 2 other people on the tour, Kat (my colleague) and another Erin, and I all boarded a tiny plane headed for Dawson City. When we landed, we all convened in the one-room airport and waited for our luggage.
Friday was a day for touring Dawson City. It’s a quiet town this time of year. Many of the buildings are boarded up for the winter. Various shops, restaurants and inns have no hope of filling up during the cold months so they close up tight to return in the spring. But the buildings are well taken care of…just empty.
But we were lucky to have been taken on a tour of some of the historic buildings in the town that are basically now just museums. They also stay locked up tight until a tour guide unlocks the door to usher you in.
Dressed in period clothing, Janice, of Parks Canada, gave us an unforgettable tour of some fascinating history in this unique little town. Following are a few of the photos:
Our tour guide also allowed us to poke around the second and third floors of this historic building. They were largely empty – rooms built in wood from floor to ceiling, gathering dust. The building was beyond frigid, as it was not heated. And yet it is in places like this where some of the most fascinating unspoken history lies.
While in Dawson City, we are staying at Bombay Peggy’s Inn. This building used to be a brothel. I’m staying in the “Sweet Room”. But the other Erin is staying in the “Lipstick Room”. You can’t beat a guest room called the “Lipstick Room!”
I have already heard a few ghost stories about this building and although all has been quiet and uneventful in my room, something a little bizarre did happen on Friday afternoon. Erin and I were sitting in the sitting room having a nip of port. The innkeeper sets up a bottle of port and a bottle of sherry for guests every afternoon. So while we waited for Kat and Mike, we sipped our port and chatted a bit when suddenly the cork from the sherry popped up from the bottle and then dive bombed or the floor. We looked at each other in bewilderment but immediately, (the other) Erin explained it away, saying she had taken the cork out just to sniff the drink and must not have replaced it properly.
I don’t know about you, but I have replaced a lot of corks in my day – both solidly and half-assed, and that has never happened to me…
Stay tuned for more adventures of Two Erins, a Kat and a Mike in Dawson City, Yukon.