There is a place along the Alaska Highway called Watson Lake. I can't really tell you where it is or what it is. Addresses are marked by mileposts. The hot springs was at milepost 497. Watson Lake is a gas station and rather sub-standard convenience store all-in-one. That's a big deal in itself and a blessing despite the fact that the gas was $1.79/liter.
Why is this place is blog-worthy? Well, next to the gas
pump is an area FILLED with posts and boards to hold random signs...REALLY.
One day, in a galaxy far, far away...someone decided to place a lost license plate on a tree trunk in case the driver that lost it came back searching. The next person that drove by slammed on his brakes and thought, "I think I'll add my street sign to that tree." (I have no idea why he would happen to have the street sign in his car on his journey through Canada, but he did.) Thus this intriguing practice continued until acres were covered with these personal signs from all over the world.
Well, I made that whole story up. I have no idea how this random place began but, eyesore that it is, we could not think of driving on until we had roamed around reading the variety of signs hanging on logs. We then paid way too much for a hot dog and gas and drove away. We knew that if we ever drove this way again we HAD to have a sign to place. *sigh*
On a more positive note, this was the license plate now seen ON the cars. We were making progress, after all, having entered the Yukon.
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