After 2 weeks on the road and close to 2500 km’s driven, the girls had finally reached the most northern part of the trip: Whitehorse. Driving this far made everyone realize how massive their home province is and was a real eye-opener to the diversity of the landscape. Massive rounded mountain tops, large crystal clear lakes and a canvas of oranges and reds from the leaves slowly falling from the trees.
The late summer temperatures we had in BC were now only a warm memory, we had entered into fall time in the Yukon and the riding got a lot chillier.
We could have spent another week or so exploring this beautiful area, but we had to reluctantly U-turn the trucks, and point them back south. It was a bitter end, but as we left, the sun set perfectly into our rear-view mirrors, like if it was telling us that we will be back one day.