Our Yukon Pot o' Gold

We're in Beaver Creek, at Canada's western frontier, having dinner at
Buckshot Betty's. We left the wooly mammoths and incredibly friendly
folks of Whitehorse, who had me feeling like a local after five
minutes in a local pub last night (thanks, Ryan and J.R.!), and spent
the day today skirting the very edge of a storm front blowing in over
an endless mountain range to our left (that is, west).

At several points we punched through the storm's leading edge, but
thankfully without too many miles of deluge. (The wavy, buckling roads
were tricky enough as it was on two wheels, thank you!) At one such
point, as we began our northernly journey along the western banks of
the enormous and beautiful Kluane Lake, we were greeted by the most
amazing, thick, bright and low rainbow I have ever seen. We could see
it end to end, and it's western terminus seemed to be beckoning us to
continue down the sun dappled but still damp road ahead. I've never
felt so close to the rainbow's end!

We're now just a stone's throw from the Alaskan border, and are
preparing to reach the end of this amazing time in Canada as we cross
back into home soil tomorrow.