With typical North American modesty they call it 'The Top Of The World Highway'.
We are not sure quite sure why, but both myself and Sarah thought we may be disappointed with it.
We were not.
But incase you thought that we are just here on a jolly, this is the toilet where we sheltered from a 'mountain shower'. Fortuantely for us the next shelter of any kind was another toilet 71kms further on. So we were lucky I suppose. Sarah actually fell asleep on this toilet. Please note that it is the male toilet.
Infact this stretch of riding was really hard. Billed as a road which 'goes high' then follows ridges and contours, it sort-of-does and sort-of-doesn't.
It does stay high, but often there were climbs of 4miles or so on Pyreneean-style gradients. On dirt, which varied in quality. What it did do was r-o-l-l along. And because it stayed high there was no surface water for us to filter, so we had to carty all we needed.
As a judge of just how hard this ride was, a few hours before reaching Dawson City we had the following conversation:
D: Soon we'll be in Dawson City, and hot food!
S: And a bath!
D: And a beer!
S. And s*x!
Fortuanately the last sign we saw before Dawson said -
'6% gradient the next 14kms'.
That revived my spirits no end.
So goodnight from Dawson City, the Yukon!