Rancheria Territorial Campground, Yukon Territory
Friday, June 22, 1973
We left out early that morning — 6 am. My father was always something of an early bird, but this was early even by his standards. The first sight we passed by was Muncho Lake, the name of which amused me. My diary says it was a very pretty lake, however, and the pictures I’ve been able to find on the web agree.
We then drove over what was then known as the coal stretch of the Alaska Highway, and added a black coating to the dirt already on the car and trailer from several hundred miles of gravel road. I remember that for most of our trip, it was impossible to tell the color of the car without checking the roof, and that the trailer looked bi-toned — white from about five feet above the ground and brown below.
We crossed into Yukon Territory and stopped at Watson Lake, renewing acquaintance with the people we’d been sharing campgrounds with for the last several nights, and perusing the famous Watson Lake signposts. Watson Lake itself was very pretty, but the signposts, an enormous collection from all over the world, were the main attraction, at least for fourteen-year-old me. We also bought a $5 Yukon camping permit in Watson Lake, and went fishing, but didn’t catch anything.
We spent our first night in the Yukon in what was then the Rancheria Territorial Campground, and is now a private campground The scenery is still just as lovely, though, according to their website.
And that was the day we crossed into the Yukon.