Another long and interesting day on the road. I had to open the heater valve at Toad River, due to the snow that was pelting me as I filled up the tank. Luckily, the whiteout left just as quickly as it arrived.
I was happy to hit the Yukon, although it was trying at times to get there. On the plus side, we had a cornucopia of wildlife for our viewing pleasure. Another four black bear, countless caribou and big horn sheep, several moose and over a hundred bison.
There was one hill that looked like a bison nursery, with calves sprawled out in the grass among their mothers. There were also a couple of lone bulls that just looked ornery, and damn are they big when you’re sitting eye-level to them in an aluminum box. One simply stood in the middle of the road daring me to come a little closer. I chose to wait until it crossed over to the shoulder. I’m guessing a bull bison can outdo The Rover in a 0-60, although I was holding out hope that the bull was more of a mudder than a hard track runner.
I had to weave through sheep and caribou several times, but neither one of them could smash their head through the door quite like a bull bison.