Our first stop after picking up our car was lunch - Burnt Toast Cafe was highly recommended by a coworker who had once lived here.
The S.S. Klondike.
The many drives ft. our chipped and cracked windshield - evidently a common and overlooked safety hazard here.
Overheard on the radio: "Conditions are rough, please bring extra tires if you're heading up north."
Our first dinner was Filipino cuisine - an unlikely choice for Whitehorse, with rather mediocre food.
There is something very comforting about someone making breakfast for you. Especially a stranger; bonding over a meal is universal and transcends barriers. I loved the meals our host made - she said we had a healthier appetite than most! (aka pigs)
We decided to start our hikes off with what our host classified as an easy trail - Fish Lake, which was not fish-shaped.
Unlike trails in Ontario, we encountered only a handful of groups while hiking. The majority of the trek was spent walking merrily as the rain came and went - until we heard a growl in the bushes beside us. Another thing we don't worry about as often in Ontario, especially in the southern region: bears. This served as a warning and we spent the rest of the hike singing, talking, and making as much noise as possible.
The view from the top was beautiful. Being above the treeline and just seeing the natural landscape for as far as your eye could see was something I rarely experienced elsewhere in Canada.
This photo was taken at 11pm. This ratio of night and day is actually perfect for my (non-existent) sleeping schedule.
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