With my rental car returned in Whitehorse, I caught a bus to Carcross stopping on the way by Emerald Lake once again. Twelve kilometres south of the lake was Carcross—a cute village that I wandered around, peering into tourist shops and along walkways, waiting like everyone else who’d been on the bus, for the train that would follow the gold miners’ trail back to Skagway.
Continue reading A train journey from Carcross
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