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I think what makes her experience a fascinating read is that she observes the pretentious
trappings with bemusement because life with Frank took her far beyond the fancy tea
parties of Dawson society. Every summer they'd pack their children on a raft and head out
on the Yukon River to fearlessly explore the farthest reaches of the wilderness with a tent
and tin pot to cook in.
Lunching in a small Dawson City café we were bemused ourselves, to overhear a fellow
discussing the sorry state of affairs “down here in the city.” He could hardly wait to get
his family back into the bush where they'd tuck into a bowl of moose stew instead of “this
crap.”
It didn't seem to us that Dawson actually hit the mark for being defined as a “city,” but I
am learning that everything in life is relative.
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