October 01, 1998.  Thursday.  No time.

   Day 2.  Leaving Eagle Summit State Park with 72,208 miles on the
odometer.  It was cold.
   Eagle Summit State Park is one of the nicer state parks.  It has
water drains.  Actually, most of the state parks are nice.
   Drove around the park one more time before leaving.  The red truck
was gone.  The park must not maintained at this time of year because
the waste barrels are gone.
   After fueling up in Tok, headed towards Canada.  Wanted to go via
Highway 5 to Dawson City, but a sign said that the customs was closed,
so stayed on Highway 1 towards White Horse, Yukon, Canada.
   Detour to Northwood.  The city is 9 miles off the Alaska Highway,
and the closest city to the border.  Nothing much here, except a gravel
road to the city.  Saw a kid pulling his sister in a little red wagon.
That's kind of cute.  That song "Life in a Northern Town" by the
Dream Academy makes me think of places like this.
   Northway is prodominantly a native American town.  The post office
is a metal shack building like a mobile home.  Interesting.  Never quite
seen a post office like this.  The town consisted of many runned-down
wooden homes.  Next to Northway is a small airport.
   This year everyone in Alaska who has lived there for a year, will
receive $1500.  Say 50 people live in this town.  Then this is 1/10000
of the population.  That is neat.
   There's about a 28 kilometer gap between the customs of US and Canada.
The territory in between seems to be maintained by Canada if not owned
by the Canadians.
   Drove to Destruction Bay.  Waited a while for the general store to 
open (the owners were off eating), but then left.  I was interested some
ferry fare information from Haines, Alaska to Bellingham, Washington.
(It turns out the fare is too much.)
   Hit a jack rabbit which was sitting at the side of the road and then
jumped in front of the Rodeo.  For a second when the rabbit was under the
truck I thought it may have survived since there was no noise.  After
turning back to the sight of the accident, the rabbit had a piece of it's
body torn (probably from hitting the axle) and its intestines were still
intact.  There wasn't much blood on the road.  Hopefully, it died a quick
and painless death.
   Stopped at a rest stop in front of someone's house in the Yukon and
decided to call it a night.  The home was fenced off from the rest stop.
A little while later I decided maybe I didn't want to stay here, and
headed towards White Horse, Yukon.
   Before entering White Horse, a sign pointed to a hot springs.  I knew
that there would be camping at the hot springs about 18 kilometers from
the intersection.  I didn't really know where I was going to spend the
evening at this point.
   When I arrived at the Takihini Hot Springs and man was doing something
to his jeep.  I stopped and asked if he needed assistance, and he asked
if I had a wrench because his gas pedal broke.  I said I had tools, but
not a wrench; however, I could give him a ride home.  He thought about it for a second and said it's
a nice night and he only lived 2 miles from there.  For a second I thought
he may have been worried about getting in the Rodeo with me.
   What struck me was that he said miles instead of kilometers.  Up in
the Yukon, there seems to be some American influence.
   I went to the camping site atop a hill and pitched my tent and went
to bed for the evening.  It turns out that not staying at the rest stop
wasn't a bad idea because now I could camp out with 2 or 3 other groups
camping here.