We decide to break our trip to Whitehorse by stopping the night at Tatchun Lake, this is the very first campsite we stayed in on our maiden voyage to the Yukon in 2009.
After our regular start to the morning in Dawson City we fill up. Big Bertha is a hungry beast on fuel, we are ready for the 300km push south.
By lunchtime we come to Mooseground campground for a nice spot for lunch. The Territorial parks here are amazing, so well maintained and quite small, each spot privately secluded, surrounded by spruce, changing aspen and fireweed so you don’t see your neighbours usually. A large stash of logs is in strategically positioned undercover sheds keeping the logs dry and just needing splitting into smaller bits for the fire. Each has a fire pit and a number of drop toilets are scattered through the grounds, each toilet with several rolls of fresh, soft toilet paper for your botty!!
We set up lunch with our last leek buns from the Alpine bakery refreshed in the microwave as we have a generator that gives enough juice to run the microwave for a minute- yum.
Immediately when we arrive the neighborhood birds show up, making sure we are aware that they too would enjoy a bit of lunch.
One of them keeps landing on the picnic table and brazenly hopping towards our plates, I am impressed with their good looks but speak sternly to the bravest one about how leek buns are not good for his digestion. He gets the message.
There is no-one else in the campground so we pack up after lunch and take the short forest walk to the lookout hoping to spot a grazing moose.
André at the ready with his camera. It’s a beautiful day.
We then get to the side road towards the end of the day leading to our camp at Tatchun Lake. It’s just as beautiful as we remembered, there is only one other German couple staying there.
We sit by the lake edge soaking in the loon calls coming from the lake.
The squirrels are very vocal, running around stockpiling pine cones from the spruce trees for winter. Each one making sure it’s neighbours don’t stray into their tree and cache of winter food.
André sets about preparing the wood for a nice, toasty campfire.
It’s time to call it a day.