After nearly freezing in the tent in minus 20 degree temperatures before Cole arrived in Dawson, we knew we had to get her a warm room to recuperate from so many cold miles on the trail, so we found a room at this Victorian Inn. It ended up being awesome.
The place used to be a brothel, so the owners have continued with a similar theme by putting up old black and white images of ladies of the night. Here are some in the room.
Here is Cole in the “parlor” when our host invited us to partake in an evening port.
After all the hardwork of cleaning Cole’s camp, Joseph enjoys a few minutes of relaxing. Handling is a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it!
Archive for February 22nd, 2009
Here are numerous photos from our stay in Dawson. I’ll briefly explain them as best I can.
This first one is the dogs under their tent in the Dawson camp. They took to sleeping under there remarkably fast.
Here’s a pic of the whole camp, including the sign Joseph made to perk Cole up when she came in.
This one illustrates one of the parts of the race that has been the most unusual for Cole — the intense veterinary (red coats) and media (with camera) attention.
Heading onto the mighty Yukon River — Cole leaving Dawson to head to Eagle.