Because of rainy days, I didn't get many good pictures on this trip -- 
that's why sometimes I have a lot of pictures below from one place, then nothing for a thousand miles.  

The first pictures are from Dawson City, Yukon, which is at #10 on the map above.  
It is a wonderful old gold-mining town on the tundra -- I could see me living there, except for the abominable winters.  
During the height of the Klondike gold rush in the 1890's, it had up to 40,000 inhabitants; now there are only 1300. 

Looking down at Dawson from the top of Midnight Dome:


Looking to the north from Midnight Dome -- the Yukon River:


Old buildings in town:





Old cabins had grass roofs:



Jack London lived here:


I'd like to live here:


After Firth Street, do you have Thecond Street?


The Palace Grand Theatre -- in use since the gold rush days:


The streets in town are still dirt:


Forever forgotten:


Old buildings tended to sink and lean on the permafrost, as interior heating melted the permanently frozen ground under the building.




The poet Robert Service lived here too:


Diamond Tooth Gertie's -- the oldest casino in Canada, and still the most popular place in town:


To get to Alaska from Dawson City, you take the tiny ferry across the Yukon River:


It's hardly a highway... more like a muddy 4-wheel-drive track:


On top of the world!!


The first "town" you come to, after 100 miles of dirt road, is Chicken, Alaska.
They were originally going to name it Ptarmigan, but nobody could remember how to spell it.
This is the whole town:


An old gold mining dredge:



A few musk oxen:


400 more miles to get to Denali (Mt. McKinley), and as usual, the mountain wasn't there.  Just rain and fog!


My favorite part of the trip was the great Wrangell-St. Elias National Park, the largest national park in the USA.



It was a 60-mile drive in on a dirt road to the tiny village of McCarthy.


The Golden Saloon:


Ma Johnson's Hotel:


The former grocery store:



The highlight of the whole trip!
 Deep inside the Wrangell-St. Elias National Park, are the ruins of the incredible Kennicott copper mill:


It is over 100 years old.


For 20 years, Kennicott was the richest copper mine in the world.


It climbs the hill in fourteen levels:


It closed in 1938 when the copper ran out.


Inside the power plant (the building with the tall smoke stacks):



The old dormitories for the miners, who worked all winter long:



The ruins of the miners' hospital:


The maintenance shed:


Where the copper ore was loaded onto trains:


Way in the distance on the left, you can see the Kennicott Glacier.


Goodbye to amazing Kennicott:


Since the copper mine was in such a remote location, a train track had to be built to haul out the ore. 
It was a tremendous and expensive project to build it through such wild terrain.  It was 196 miles long.
Now it looks like some crazy carnival ride.






You can't drive to Juneau, the capital of Alaska.  After crossing back into Yukon and passing through the Kluane National Park,
you can drive back into the panhandle of Alaska.  But then you have to take a boat to Juneau.
I have seen 49 of the US capitol buildings.  Unfortunately, this is one of the ugliest!


Goodbye to Alaska!

Pictures by Galen Berry
and Lorraine Hanson