One day in Whitehorse I went for a walk down by the Yukon River.
I saw this museum disguised as an old cabin.
Inside it was like the taxidermy museum Mavis Stapler and I visited in Paris called Deyrolle.
Only the Canadian version.
The museum was run by young mormons from Utah who did not know the difference between a toonie and a loonie. They told me their 10 month mission would be over in November.
You could buy old Yukon license plates in the gift shop two for a dollar.
I don't think this snow is real.
Horny.
I can only imagine how many of these little ermine guys it takes to make a coat.
Squirrelz.
Not that kind of cougar.
Beaver fever.
I can't believe it's not otter.
Foxy brown.
The white wolf abides.
They were all staring at me so I had to go back to my hotel and lie down.
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