We went to Tok to visit my sister and her son who live there. She is building a frame cabin and does not have running water or indoor plumbing yet although she is working on those as soon as the money is available. Till then, she hauls water and uses an outhouse. She does have electricity so she has lights and a woodstove so she has heat.
Sweetie and I slept in our tent. I had a cot and pads under my sleeping bag so slept quite comfortably. It got cold though; we had a little propane heater that was turned on right before bed and early in the morning to take the nip out of the air before getting dressed. It was down to mid-thirties I'd guess.She has a pitbull named Whisper who was a little dog aggressive and was protecting her own territory. We never had any real fights but these two did the stiff-legged walk with hackles raised a few times. You would think Roxy would just back off since she's a lot smaller, but no, she had to be a butt-head. Whisper got along fine with Taz.
It was caribou hunting season, moose season opens on the 8th. My sister and her friend Jeff had been hunting the day we got there and came home with a caribou. Jeff took it to his place to butcher - we went over later to visit. The dogs were very interested in checking out the hide and other parts and pieces. They live almost entirely on wild game that they shoot, so they were both glad to have at least one caribou in the freezer and are hopeful of getting a moose soon. I didn't see any caribou but apparently they cross the road all the time since these signs were posted in several places.Leaving Tok