For a few nights now, we’ve been setting an alarm for the middle of the night to get up and check for northern lights. Not easy I can tell you, when you’re all cosy in your sleeping bag with your hot water bottle, to be rudely awakened to brave the icy temperatures outside. We could do with a little skylight peephole. And nothing doing so far 🙁
It’s difficult to appreciate how remote you are when you’re cocooned in your campervan, racking up the miles. But when it’s two days of constant driving between getting a cell phone signal, that gives you some idea. A lot of trees they have up here. More trees than there are stars in the sky if you ask me. A lot of litter bins too. Basically every layby or pull in (of which there are many) have bins. Still struggling to understand quite how they empty them. The monotony of painting the Forth Bridge springs to mind. Remote is when you have one building and a snow plough and call it a City. Jade City. Population: 3.
Makes for friendly gas stations though. Each with their own playful dog, eager for attention and glad of the company, even if just for a few minutes. Darren obliged with a few games of fetch. Lured into the gas station by not only gas of the petrol type but also by the rather large propane sign, he was politely informed that they’d been oot of propane for 7 years.
When it comes to water for the campervan, well that gets turned on around mid May. It’s currently the end of April. Somehow I don’t think we can wait that long.
They did have petrol though, for which you pay after pumping, not before. This is the Yukon after all, you’re not exactly gonna run away. Remote? No kidding!