Whitehorse to Boya Lake

Today was more fun. And iu decided to name the stuffed reindeer that’s stuck to my kayak, Charlie cause…”We’re going on an adventure, Charlie!” Those of you who know what I’m talking about should be laughing right now. And an adventure we had!
First stop; breakfast. I was cold and damp from the night before and got even wetter taking down the tent. So I wanted some eggs and toast.
I stopped a little place just before the turn to Whitehorse. Don’t recall the name but after getting into Whitehorse (its not really on the Alaska Highway). I do recall where I stopped; Wal-Mart and Starbucks.
Went to Wally’s for some glove liners and Starbucks for (all together now) coffee. I almost bought some more parts for my first aid kit because I did a number to my wrist adjusting the tarp on my roof rack after breakfast. But after I cleaned the wound I didn’t think I needed a bandage.
Shortly after Whitehorse I made another detour away from the Alaska Highway. I took the “scenic way” along the South Klondike Highway to Carcross. I don’t know if it was a more “scenic way” but I did go for a walk through the World’s Smallest Desert!
Seriously it was tiny, maybe a couple of acres.
After surviving the desert, I made my way back to the AK Hwy. From Jake’s Corner (where I reconnected with the highway) to Teslin into British Columbia, back out of British Columbia, and finally to Junction 37 where my trip now turned south onto the Casiar Highway and my first stop; Boya Lake. Which is in BC, once again.
I finally got my kayak out and paddled around the lake for a while. Unfortunately while getting out I dropped my little camera in the water. First thing to do: rewind and remove the film. Second: dry the camera as best I can. Crap, it currently wont run off but here’s hoping.
OK, story time: So the Casier Highway has few stops for gas and there are signs posted reminding you to “Keep an eye on your gas.” Not 30 miles down the road I came across a truck pulled over with a young guy holding out a gas can. I slow down to roll my window down and ask, “Are you out of gas?”
The young guy nods and I pull over. After I get out and pull my spare gas tank out, an older man gets out of the truck and walks towards me and I hand him the spare tank. The older man looked confused, as did the younger guy standing next to him. So I ask again, “Are you out of gas?”
The older man shakes his head as he turns to the younger guy holding his empty gas tank. The younger guy suddenly realizes what has happen saying, “I thought you asked if we were OK.”
“Oh,” says the older man, “Thanks for stopping anyways. Not many would have.” Turns out these two were a father/son team that maintained the park at Boya Lake. Later that night when I was back at my campsite, they returned the $14 camping fee for stopping to help. Yay for being the good guy!