Though I’ve long ago come to know the kindness of people here, I was still amazed.
My amazement hasn’t stopped since I arrived in Dawson. While I thought the sight that would delight me most would be the sun glinting off the Dome or the trees leafing back to life, what’s truly captured my heart is the welcoming nature of the people here.
Every year, there’s an influx of summer residents into Dawson, and this year, thanks to a resurgent gold rush in the territory, the number of newcomers is larger than ever. It’s astounding to see them greeted with uncommon generosity. The acts of kindness may be small (pointing out a great trail or helping a camper carry a heavy blue jug) or large (every Tuesday in May local churches organize a free dinner served at St Mary’s Catholic Church, with food donated by local grocers, the aim being to ensure new workers are fed while they wait for their first paycheque).
Having dropped in on many Yukon communities, I know this attitude is not unique to Dawson. Perhaps the hardships of winter have taught Yukoners the importance of community, or perhaps it’s just enthusiasm for showing off all the beauty we have here. It doesn’t seem to matter. What matters is that visitors will almost certainly find there is more than fortune and beautiful vistas in this place. The people here are undoubtedly our most valuable resource--especially the ones with big trucks!