The highlight of Day 4 of our trip was definitely spotting a grizzly bear in Kluane National Park (a Canadian national park), but in keeping with chronological order, I'll start with the morning of Day 4. We woke up and spent some time enjoying our little lakeside cabin - Dad went down to the lake to take some photos while I sat on the porch and read (reading for fun has been one of my main occupations since finishing the bar exam - on our trip I was finishing up the Stieg Larsson trilogy, which was very entertaining).
That said, I find it unsettling how the Alaskan press has romanticized plane crashes as "the way real Alaskans die." If that's the case, I am grateful for my status as a temporary Alaskan, thank you very much.
Our favorite stop of Day 4 was the city of Whitehorse, the capital of Yukon Territory. The old downtown area is so cute, and it was a beautiful, sunny day. I definitely wouldn't mind returning to Whitehorse and the surrounding area someday.
Luckily we were in a good mood from the bear sighting, because once I started driving about an hour later, we went through 100 miles of road like this:
Finally, we arrived at Beaver Creek, our stop for the evening. As we checked into the hotel, I turned around to see a man in a Royal Canadian Mounted Police uniform enter the lobby. I was really excited for about 5 seconds, until I realized that his mustache was too hilarious to be serious, and that he was not a real Mountie but instead a cast member in the "Rendezvous at Beaver Creek" dinner show, a musical history of the Yukon targeted towards the retired bus tourist crowd. Dad and I politely declined to buy tickets to the show, but as we were eating dinner in the hotel restaurant, in walked the Mountie, with a pianist to accompany him, and burst into song: "Three-hundred-one, miles from nowhere..."
Despite my best efforts at self control, I started giggling. I knew if I looked at my dad I would burst out laughing, so I concentrated very hard on my giant garden salad (I felt the need to eat a big pile of vegetables after having pie and a bison smoky for my other two meals). It's really hard to describe how funny this was without being there, but if you've seen "Waiting for Guffman," you have a good idea. The Mountie even looked like Christopher Guest. I was sure that at any moment Eugene Levy was going to enter in a fur-trapper costume. But the old retired bus tourists seemed to love it, so what do I know?