Day 16: Parking - Dawson City

In the morning I get up early and start sorting my stuff and fixing the bike. Unfortunately, the navigation device has been damaged too, the display is scratched and it is no longer usable. Hopefully it's still records tracks, then I can probably read them out at home. Annoying, the search for campsites, gas stations and my planning throughout the day are much more difficult without this device.

I also have a flat rear tire this morning. Of course, I'm annoyed about the fall, but I'm also glad that I got nothing except a few bruises and the bike basically works.

Ian comes across, who looked for us on the full campsite and then spent the night there in the parking lot. Also today he is a very big help in doing some repairs with me. Together, everything is easier to handle and together we think about how we can work it out. After our Dutch friends prepared a breakfast, what nearly makes me cry, they then set off on their planned hike and leave me a 2nd key for the camper, so I can put some of my stuff into it and we later meet in Dawson City. Ian and I work until about 2 pm.

It is a great experience not only to get active help in such a situation, but also to be able to have nice and enriching conversations with interesting people.

Ian and me ride to Dawson together. I go first to the information in search of a workshop. Unfortunately nobody is willing to do the job and since it is already 5:00pm and no one can be reached after 5:30pm, I have to postpone the workshop question to tomorrow. We wash our bikes and I buy a 55l packsack ($ 55) to replace the broken top case.

What I still have to repair: The handle for the top case is bent and needs to be unbended or taken off so that the new bag can attached somehow. I have to fix the front wheel cover somehow again. I have to remount the blinker and the blinker cable has to be fixed.

We arrive at a motel just outside of Dawson, next to which is a campground for RVs, where our friends will stay.

In the evening we drive together to Dawson for dinner in a Greek restaurant, delicious with appetizer and main course.

Complement of those who stayed at home:

Wolle had announced that he would ride from Fort McPhearson to Dawson. The spot did stuck somewhere and I think, well, the track was too long. Funny that he did not drive to Engineer Creek, but maybe the campground was full.

The next day nothing happens, but maybe the battery of the spot is empty.
Or there is a problem with the bike and Wolle has to wait for a lift / pickup.

At some point, worry comes up, because no matter how one calculates, Wolle should have arrived in Dawson and he have signal. The distance from the last spot signal to Dawson is not too far.

After about 22 hours of no signal (and therefore a day's delay), the idea that something might have happened becomes manifest. So I decide to contact Trevor and ask for an assessment. His feedback is like from a book for crisis management.

To reassure: The road is busy. So Wolle should find help if something happened.
To relax little jokes.
And activity: He asks the Dawson police if the road may be closed or something is known about an accident. Both negative.

At 2 o'clock at night CEST, Wolle finally calls. For Werner and me, a anxious evening and a rather short night. Unfortunately, an OK message on the spot on the evening after the accident was not trasmitted and the following day Wolle did not turn on the spot again ...