July 9th, Dawson Lake to Swan Field: Low and high

Dawson Lake, vast airport, used during 2nd world war to ship warplanes from the USA to Russia. Impressing pictures of men and women pilots during that time on that field.
Then on we went, after Greg made our immigration to the US tomorrow officially possible on the internet, we took off, saying goodbye to the hundreds of distance signs to places all over the world in Watson Lake.
First mountains again, endless no mens land, rough country, then all of a sudden wonderful lakes, RV's, some trucks, more RV's. Lunch at Toads Inn, along the Alaska High Way. And sudden, after take off, more RV's, people fishing.
Change of landscape: all green, shortly ate Fairfield a fire being dealt with by a helicopter. Even more roads, small farms. Canola yellow all over the place. A tailwind high up took us further south east. End we ended in Swan Field at 09.15. 'What a surprise, never ever happens here at this airport!' called a lady out to us. Mandy, as she introduced herself, took us to town to get a pizza and a pop. Yeah, Germany had won over Uruguay. And we went to sleep in the FBO. What a day again!