I drove through downtown the night prior to "kiss the toe", yet knew I had to return in daylight for some photographs. The frontier architecture and unique connection to history here makes for a town that feels like it was plucked from a tin-type.
Steam ships and paddle wheel boats took over from canoes and long skin hulled boats. For many years, the Yukon River was the only way in and out of Dawson City. Many perished in storms approaching Alaskan ports or on rapids and rocks further upstream.
I stopped at the visitor center for a great film and to view their displays. It was a pleasant morning spent in town making breakfast, drinking coffee and using the camera lens to explore the muddy streets of history.