Stepping into this town feels like hopping in a time machine back to the early 1900s — wooden boardwalks, historic buildings, gravel roads, and a real Wild West vibe. It was once the heart of the Klondike Gold Rush — and trust us, you can still feel it in the air (and in the souvenir shops).
We were fully ready to strike it rich. The kids were hyped, gold pans in hand, dreams of funding our entire vacation (and maybe early retirement). Cue dramatic music — we thought we hit the jackpot! There were shiny specks, sparkles, and wild celebrations. Unfortunately, it turned out to be mica — not actual gold, but shiny enough to fool some hopeful prospectors (aka us). No Klondike fortune for us, but we agreed to pretend it was real. The kids are now unofficial millionaires in imagination currency. 💰
The next day we checked out the Dawson City Museum, which is packed with artifacts and stories from the gold rush era. We followed that with a guided walking tour through the town’s historic district, which gave us an even deeper appreciation for its unique (and often quirky) past.
The next day, we got our culture on at the Dawson City Museum, followed by an entertaining guided walking tour. The afternoon was all about the kids: we hit the local playground and took a refreshing dip in the city pool — a perfect way to cool off during Yukon’s surprisingly warm summer days. It was 27 degrees celsius!! I thought it was supposed to be nice and fresh up here!
We wrapped up our Dawson adventure with a wonderful view at the Midnight Dome, a hill overlooking Dawson, for a panoramic view of the town, the Yukon River, and the vast, wild landscape.
P.S. For those of you wondering—nope, I didn’t work up the nerve to try the infamous Sourtoe Cocktail. Something about sipping whiskey garnished with a mummified human toe just didn’t scream “vacation vibes” to me. Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer my drinks toe-free. 😂
Oh, I almost forgot… The road trip back to Whitehorse? Still just as painful— unless you count running on gas fumes and discovering we had a mouse roommate.
Joey kept things exciting by waiting until the RV was basically running on air before we found a gas station. Not totally his fault — there are about three stations along the whole route, and one listed in our official info sheet turned out to be as real as a unicorn. We literally had to coast downhill in neutral to make it.
Then, just when we thought things had settled down, we found out we weren’t traveling alone. The kids discovered a tiny stowaway — a mouse they lovingly named Mini-Mouse. Unfortunately, Yukon stores seem to be fresh out of mouse traps. We checked. So Mini-Mouse became our reluctant roommate, refusing to pay rent or respect personal boundaries.
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