July 3, Day 48, Beaver Creek, Nice, a few sprinkles.

Camping next to an airstrip was a little different.  We had lots and lots of room to run and play,   Lana still can't keep up with me.  We would have liked to spend more than a night here but we had reservations in Whitehorse for the next night.

                                                                View of the airstrip.

We met this chopper as it landed.  It was carrying three boundary clearing laborers.  

On to Whitehorse.

Hold your tail high and keep it a waggin'

Jack