North of 60, at last

Today we crossed over the Yukon Border, stopping at Watson Lake. En route, we stopped at Liard Hotsprings to soak ourselves. The place has a great ambiance because it is very undeveloped; it is basically a two pools of hot water in the forest which you get to via a wooden boardwalk. Also, unlike deveoped 'springs' or spas, which are quite uniform in temperature, this one kept getting harder as you moved closer to the source. The rite of passage, I was told, was to get close enough to the source to add stone on the cairns located there. I managed to place a couple without getting too badly parboiled. It was an intersting experiment of the senses; there is definitely a point, probably only a few degrees difference, where the sensation on your skin goes from 'hot but endurable' to painfully hot.

In the parking lot, we also saw an RVer's wet dream: some monstrocity which looked like an RV version of a Hummer. With Swiss plates, it looked like a military vehicle that was converted to recreational use. The 'cabin' looks like it raises up to create space when it was parked. It certainly attracted a lot of attention, and one can only speculate as to how many gallons per mile it takes.

After seeing all the Greyhound-style RV's hauling SUVs behind them, this was totally over the top. I want to profusely recant my previous diatribe about bringing too much stuff. Compared to what we've seen, we're some of the lightest travellers
on the road.