We sputtered into Whitehorse low on petrol and with a whining fuel pump. There was no mistaking that eerie sound. It was immediately clear to us both that Jerry would soon need some mechanical attention. It was late on a Friday night and we could only hope that the local Napa Auto Parts store was open on Saturdays and that they would have what we needed in stock.
Opting to splurge on a hotel room rather than camp for the night, we were soon checked in at the Westmark Whitehorse Hotel. The accommodations were top notch, aside from the patchy WiFi in our room. We enjoyed a delicious dinner at the Klondike Rib & Salmon BBQ Restaurant just down the street. The meal was bit pricey but worth the expense, and the service was simply phenomenal.
Lady Luck was on our side in the morning. Napa was open and they had a fuel pump and filter on hand for us. We even met a retired VW mechanic at the shop. He gave me his business card and we chatted for a few minutes. It was a rather serendipitous encounter, and I left the store feeling confident about the last leg of our journey.
Jacob and I decided to wait on the fuel pump repair job until we were sure of imminent failure, which turned out to be about 20 miles down the road. It was cold and rainy but we found a dry spot off the road under a tree and got to work. We were back on the road in less than an hour and Jerry was running like never before.
I think that old fuel pump was on its way out since Virginia, it had been talking to me since day one. The new pump was nearly silent, emitting just the slightest hum. Poor old Jerry was thirsty and had been struggling to drink for over 5,000 miles.
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| A herd of bison mulls about along the highway. |
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| "Would you guys quit f#*%ing around!" - Uncle Dean Bean |
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| Seriously |
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| Entering the Yukon Territory. |
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| The sign forest at Watson Lake, a good place to ditch the oddball hubcap. |
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| Sign forest Sasquatch sighting. |
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