Stunned

Day 11, technically 10 days one hour from launch, Friday, July 5, 2019

I started off the day at 5:30 am saying I think we’ll make it to Dawson by 5:30 pm. The cut off time to return the boat is 6:00. I add that perhaps I’m off on our speed estimation. It could be tomorrow. I can’t recognize anything on the map. I keep saying I have no idea where we are. Fear of being lost drives us harder.

Then, strangely, a real house appears on the left sitting by itself. I use binoculars to look for a road. Terry spots one, but I say no that’s too big. We see a couple other signs of civilization. Then I see a scar on a hillside.

The scar

“Terry, that’s it, the scar from the brochure cover.” I pull out the brochure. It’s only 10:30 and we’re heading into Dawson. Terry is giddy. He’s saying totally silly, senseless stuff. I’m looking at the map (obviously we were off by about 30 miles) searching for directions on where to land. We are flabbergasted and thrilled as the paddlewheel tour boat approaches, tourists leaning over taking our pictures. This is what they saw. Hello Dawson!