Since we last spoke you've probably been sitting on the edge of your seat wondering whether or not we made it out of Fort Nelson alive. You'll be glad to know that we did! We made it all the way to Dawson City, finally after 8 long treacherous days (not really) we've settled in and are now prepared to release stories of our final days on the road.
Before leaving Fort Nelson we were sure to check up on the "must-dos" while in town. The Liard Hot-Springs immediately tickled our fancy, and as luck would have it they we're on our way 'out of town'- next time they decide to list it as a must-do, Fort Nelson, they should mention it's a whopping 7 hour drive north. It's like visiting Hamilton and being told that Algonquin Park is a must-see while in town. Suffice to say it felt great to lose the hefty sweaters in exchange for a warm pool and bathing suits for a few hours.
So... we saw a Grizzly!! Just as we we're conversing over the fact that a Grizzly Bear would probably be one of the least likely bears to see, who do we see? A Grizzly, playing a solo game of hop-scotch along the side of the highway, showing off the kind of playful movement that made you want to run straight for it in search of one-a-them "bear-hugs". We also had fun getting up close and personal with a whole-lotta buffalo as they munched away at the roadside greenery without a care in the world. 
Day 7 rolls around and we wake up in Watson's Lake (middle of nowhere), Yukon and we rolled in late with the gas light on with no money and at least a day from the last cell signal, we weren't sure what to do. I throw a mild hissy fit while Don stays calm, keeping a slight distance from me at all times...just incase. I take a few deep breaths and we decide that the only thing we can do is hope that a few nice people will see us, take pity, and donate a little gas to our cause. All I gotta say is thank god for pay-it-forward, we felt shy and slightly mortified at our money miscalculations prior to departure but there we're a few town-folk who we're instantly reminded of the 'good old days' and didn't think twice about donating a little gas to help us go the distance. 
On this day the final of 8, we made our way through every season. Waking up to what felt like an average February morning, terrified that it would only get worse in our final 500kms due North. Throughout the morning the weather turned from bone-chilling snow-storm, to sunny spring skiing weather, eventuall to spring, and finally to an afternoon so warm it nearly felt like summer and at long last we rolled into beautiful Dawson City. Straight out of an old western movie with it's board-walk sidewalks, dirt roads, and amazingly crooked store-fronts, we were here... home for the next 3 months.
