Whitehorse to Pink Mountain 8/12-14

This is one of Whitehorse's two golf course.  I played it on the morning of the 12th.  Very well maintained and with a creek in the center of every second fairway.  Very magnetic but lots of fun.

I stopped for lunch at this pretty spot on the Morley River on the way to Watson Lake.

Camp at Watson Lake.  Taken by a Japanese guy who spoke English worse than I speak Spanish.  He asked about bears (he didn't pronounce it that way).  I told him there might be some but not to worry, just put his food in his car.  Then I noticed he was sleeping in his car. 

Wood Buffalo east of Watson Lake.  Bigger I think than the plains Buffalo in Yellowstone.  The second one caused me to turn around because I thought he'd been speared.  In a way he had.  A piece of rebar had pierced his hide.  The other end seemed to be stuck in the ground.  Maybe he had rolled on it.  I reported this at the next habitation, and showed the picture, suggesting that the mounties be called.  Nobody seemed too interested.                                                                                         Muncho Lake at the Northern end of the Rockies. ( My hair is now standing on end because a squirrel ran up my leg as I am writing this.)  I drove on to Fort Nelson hoping to play golf.  Alas, the local oil men's club was having a tournament and the course was closed.  A big crowd of mostly big all white all guys.  Apparently there are no oil women in Ft Nelson, at least none who golf.  The guy at the desk was apologetic.  He told me he spends winters in Anchorage racing dogs.  I asked his name, "Streeper" , "hey you're famous".  He's won the last three Fur Rendezvous races.  He comped me a bucket of balls for the range.  After hitting I decided not to stay in Nelson, and drove on another 3 hours to Pink Mountain.