Dawson City wandering

I toured some of the town’s old buildings, preserved but locked. A guide led us into one of the hotels in immaculate condition and the bank with its high wooden counters, no longer in use, filling us with stories from the gold rush era.

I discovered other empty buildings in my wandering; buildings in disrepair; sinking buildings from what I guessed was permafrost melt. Traipsing around town in rain, I learned the importance of the wooden sidewalks as the roads turned boggy.

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