Dawson City Adventures: He's Gone, B'y, He's Gone

Craig left Dawson today, in order to fly home for the BMO Winterset Award reading and ceremony later this week. I remember how nerve-wracking having lunch with John Crosbie was when I was nominated, and I wish I could be there with him to share that surreal experience. I also wish he could stay till I leave on March 30th, for more adventuring. Alas, that is not how things have played out. We did get some good adventures packed into our last few days here together: a walk to the ship graveyard and over to the ferries, and some Thaw di Gras madness including bizarre community lip sync contest at the casino, a Cat Show (winner: Arnold, British Shorthair) and jello wrestling (we were spectators, not competitors), and two nights of dancing to rockabilly band Sasquatch Prom Date...(well, one night for me - I was too shy to dance on the first night!).

Now I am here alone in Berton House, having taken back the library books and done the laundry, glad I remembered to bring the camera along at least a couple more times before Craig left. It's been wonderful being here together. I only wish we could come back in the summer and see what the flip side of Dawson is all about...

Now, to finish my first draft and thus bring to an end a wonderfully productive three months!

View from the other side of the river.

Looking back across the river toward Dawson.

We walked along the campground road in West Dawson and then out onto the river again.

Ship Graveyard. There are three ships side by side but we could only see the one in front. The snow was too deep for us to investigate further.

I think it's a fish wheel...

It was very dark in the Billy Goat Pub for Jello Wrestling...as it should be. However, not great for capturing the moment in photographs...

For those who care to know: there was a mixture of at least three flavors of jello in the wading pool. One wrestler would eat handfuls of it to intimidate his opponents (before and after being pinned down in it).