Labour Day. The streets were empty when I was going to the highway at 8 am. Whitehorse town lies down on the Yukon Riverbank. To get to the Alaska Highway you have to climb up to the hill. I took me 45 minutes! I was surprised when after 20 minutes I got a ride. It was not a local but the young Frenchman going by junk car to his field camp. Funny person. We were talking all the way, enjoying the views of snowy mountains rising in front of us. Florian left me at Haines Junction. Next car I found passing petrol pump – Canadian hinter took me after checking my passport but it was only 50 kms ride. He left me in the middle of nowhere with big Lake Kluane on the horizon. After 2 hours waiting I decided to walk down to the lake. 3 kms… Again 2 hours waiting – nobody stopped! Finally I got a lift, but not to the border of Alaska: two funny locals invited me for the night to their house. Sam has white skin and Willy in the native Indian. It was to late, traffic became weak – not possible to hitch onward to the border of Alaska state…
