Dear Vi,
I thought you might like to hear a bit of what I’ve been doing.
In case you can’t tell from the picture, I planted a garden!
Actually, I created a garden completely from scratch.
I purchased bags of soil, plants, and seeds when we passed through Whitehorse last May……
…and when we got here I scrounged some old cement forms to hold the dirt.
My neighbor Sally very generously let me shovel out several buckets of dirt from her dirt stash to supplement what I brought with me.
Yes, people in Dawson City have dirt stashes. 
And least you think otherwise, I’d like to inform you that romance is alive and well up here – her boyfriend bought Sally a pile of dirt for her birthday one year. 
And also in case you’re wondering, yes, it was the perfect gift. 
I’ve been sharing salad greens and produce which is really cool, considering.
Everyone has been enjoying the greenery. 
Amazing, who knew you could grow a kitty cat in only 4 inches of dirt?
And of course there are flowers……how could there not be flowers?
How’s your garden growing?
ps you’ll need to excuse any typos…I’m posting on my phone!
We did go through a couple of weeks of being choked by smoke from forest fires, but thankfully no longer. 
Now we are enjoying cool mornings, blazing hot afternoons, and evening thunderstorms.There’s something shivery and delightful about being cozy inside while the storm rages at your door. 
Especially when you’re living in a tin can (er…travel trailer) as we are.
Thunderstorms also make for great photography.
Unfortunately, they also make more forest fires.
Have you enjoyed a good crack and boom thunderstorm lately?
This is it – a vintage Stearman biplane. She’s a beauty, eh? Kelly was hired to ferry her from Ontario to Dawson last summer.
A ground crew followed along below, with extra avgas in the back. She does like to guzzle the gasoline.
This particular craft was manufactured in 1942 as a WWII trainer.
She was given a paint job over the winter. Now she shines in the Great River Air colours of blue and cream.
At long last, Kelly has landed his dream summer job…giving rides in a vintage biplane in the skies over Dawson City.
We drove away from Dawson City two days ago.
Tomorrow will see the Yukon behind us for another winter.
I took a lot of walks, saw two parades, read a lot of books, made my 60,000 word goal on the next novel, made some new friends, and learned some interesting things this summer. 
And I still haven’t told you what brought us up here in the first place.
It would be so easy to stay and make a home here…so easy to knit myself into the community.
We’ll be back next summer, for four months this time. Four!
I’ve got some planning to do! Maybe I’ll teach a dance class, see if any local writers want to get together, join the fitness club, make a quilt by hand, start another novel…
Life is grand and full of possibilities!
This is my view out the front window: a dredge pond surrounded by tailings piles left by the dredges sometime in the early 1900s. 
The rocks make a great background to show you the knitting projects that have kept me busy. 
We will be loading up the camper and heading south sometime next week. 
I had hoped to have this sweater finished and a good start on a second one by summer’s end, but my ambition exceeded my capacity. 
Kelly has one last big trip to fly this weekend, and I will tell you all about it when he gets back. 
Today I’m off to town in search of warmer clothing. Autumn comes early this far north. 
I hope you’re keeping warm, too!
You might have heard that the streets of Dawson City are paved with gold,
but the truth is, they aren’t paved at all.
Here’s evidence: boot brushes outside the door of every establishment.
And miles of boardwalk.
This summer has been a writing retreat for me. I left home with a sketchy idea for my next novel, and today I’m well over halfway there.
I’m writing about 1,000 words every time I sit down, which has been about 5 days per week. Sometimes more, sometimes less. 
When I’m not writing, I’m reading All The Books, which is so incredibly delicious – a summer of unlimited time.
And I’ve been accompanying Sam on his walks, of course. 
We love to walk up and down the streets, the boardwalk sometimes booming under our feet, sometimes squeaking , often soft with age.
I brought quilting projects and everything I need to sew a blouse, but haven’t taken my sewing machine out even once. 
And that’s just fine. It’s okay to stop once in awhile to wade in the water and smell the grass.
Don’t you agree?
The rivers flow side-by-side for a ways, the line between the muddy Yukon and the (slightly) clearer Klondike easy to discern. 
And the city flows side-by-side, too. Old and new holding hands the way you did with your best friend back in kindergarten. 
Yes, Dawson City is a historic gold rush town, fun to visit.
Old and new are side by side everywhere you look.
This is where I buy my groceries:
And the liquor store (in the old harness shop!):
My favourite restaurant:
The local community radio station (with proud show hosts):
The Gold Rush, past and present, all coming together where the rivers meet. 
And the First Nations…don’t assume I’ve forgotten them. Their story is the oldest of all. But I’ll save that for another time, another letter.
We are living in company-provided housing…a very comfortable 26-foot travel trailer on the company lot in a residential industrial area (that’s an oxymoron if I ever saw one!) four kilometres outside of town.
As you can imagine, it’s a dusty place.
This is our little home-away-from-home. 
That’s us on the right. We share the outside space with our neighbours, fellow pilots also working for Great River Air.
It didn’t take long to settle in. Throw a handmade quilt on the bed and it’s quite homey. This is a scrappy maple leaf quilt with blocks from the We Bee Canadian quilting friendship group I belong to. I finished it just in time to travel north with us.
There’s another handmade quilt on the back of the couch: 
It’s astounding, really, how easy it is to live in such a tiny space.
That’s not to say I don’t appreciate or miss the luxuries of home!
Home is where the laundry dries in the sun. No matter where I am living, I still avoid the electric dryer, lol. I’m such a hippie girl.
Doing without certain conveniences for a period of time reminds me to include them on my daily gratitude list.
Things like internet access and not having to conserve water, for example.
