Brendan has figured out that I hate driving the RV in the mountains. He is a very good driver and is willing to drive. GREAT!
Brendan and I had a devil of a time finding the campground. We had three different camping books and each had a different address, but one had a street number. So I plugged the street number into the GPS and when we got to Whitehorse we turned where the GPS told us to. It was definitely a wrong turn. We found a place to park and I went to ask this young handsome guy, Kevin, who was doing some work outside if he knew this campground. He said “no, but there is one right across the highway”. He offered to look the one we were looking for up on his phone GPS and it took him to the same location ours did. He said he knew there was no campground on this side of the highway. Then he said, let’s get in my truck and we’ll see if it’s in this area. So we did – nothing, to include – not one across the highway. So he called and found out the campground was a couple miles down the hill. Then he drove me down to the campground to make sure I knew exactly where it was. He was so nice. He said he was originally from Nova Scotia and came to Alberta because there were so many jobs available. He works for a safety company and is a firefighter. We had a nice chat. It’s the people like him who make travels so enjoyable. I forgot to give him one of our cards, but I told him about our trip. Brendan and I continued on our way and were soon all hooked up in the park.