Tuesday, June 7, 2005
My sister has been following my sticky bun quandry
and has sent some proof of the existence of
sticky buns including a definition of sticky buns...
1. sticky bun - rolled dough spread with sugar and nuts then sliced and baked in muffin tins with honey or sugar and butter in the bottom
caramel bun, honey bun, schnecken, coffee roll, sweet roll - any of numerous yeast-raised sweet rolls with our without raisins or nuts or spices or a glaze
and sticky buns in the news...
Nerves of steel needed for sticky bun fight. 16/05/2005. ABC News Online
A dozen people in Hong Kong have scrambled up a steel tower covered in buns reviving a religious ritual banned 26 years ago when the former British colonial government declared it too dangerous...
The mystery of the sticky buns has been solved!
Wildlife sightings of the day:
We had breakfast at Laird River Cafe - eggs,
bacon, brown toast, coffee - all delicious,
(the Laird River cafe)
We decided not to visit the hot springs
at Laird River after all, eager to get back
on the road. Around Laird we encountered
the first major construction that required a
pilot car and led us across dirt and gravel
for a few kilometers. I was a little panicky
about the brand new windshield I had just
put into the 4Runner. I debated about putting
it in before heading to Alaska but Greg had
made the trip July '04 without any cracks.
After our long drive, we started thinking
about places to stay for the night.
We thought we'd get as far as Whitehorse
so checked out several travel brochures for ideas
I saw an ad for the Inn on the Lake which offered
high speed Internet along with other first-rate
amenities including jacuzzis, fireplaces, outdoor
sauna and hot tub, fitness centre, and complimentary
kayaks, canoes and mountain bikes.
(Inn on the Lake)
What really caught my eye was the statement
"as seen on Martha Stewart Living. Hey, if
Martha endorsed it, it had to be a good thing,
right? Of course, I was certain a place like that
would never allow dogs so I noted a few other
places along the way, all down by Marsh Lake,
about 30 minutes south of Whitehorse along
the Alaska Highway.
The plan was to stop off at the first few places
to see if they allowed dogs and work our way
down the lake until we got to the Inn. There were
no signs for any of the establishments and before
we knew it, we were at the only sign - for Inn on
the Lake. So we turned in to investigate.
(Side view of the Inn)
As we pulled up the drive, we peeked into the garden
beyond the wooden fence surrounding the
Inn to see two men with beers in hand
and two large dogs playing in the yard.
Good sign, Greg and I agreed.
One of the men turned out to be Carson,
the owner of the Inn, who immediately whisked
me into the log structure for a tour. We stepped
into an airy kitchen where the aroma of fresh
baked goods filled the air and then into the large
open room that was half living room, half dining
room with large picture windows overlooking
Immediately outside was a wooden deck
with the same stunning view.
Off the dining room was a sitting room with
a large collection of music CDs, an acoustic
guitar and an electric keyboard.
The downstairs finished basement was filled
with fitness equipment and a computer with
high speed Internet. Glass doors led onto the
lower deck with an outdoor hot tub and the
As we walked upstairs, I made a mental note
that if the cost was under $200 Canadian,
then we'd just have to stay here. But of course,
now that I'm married, I knew I'd have to consult my
husband. And then we would also have to consult
Mom since she was traveling with us.
"It's $175," said Carson as if reading my mind.
That's under $200, I thought.
Then he led us to the cottage where we
could stay. He opened the door to a
lovely little house with a comfortable living
and dining room and stairs on the far wall leading
to an enclosed loft room with a single and
Downstairs off the living room was a fully
stocked kitchen, the bathroom, a room with a
single bed and a room with a double bed.
"So we share the kitchen, living room and bath
with the other guests?" I asked.
"No, this is all yours," was the reply.
I hurried over to Mom who was waiting in the
car and pulled her out to give her a quick tour
before letting her in on the price. We all agreed
that it was going to be worth it and would count
as our official splurge since we all felt that the
previous night at the "expensive" lodge was
When I had asked Carson about a nearby place
to eat, he said that they didn't have dinner planned
for the night because there weren't any other
"We're just looking for some soup," I told him.
"Soup and salad? We could put that together,"
he said and headed off to the kitchen.
After freshening up a bit, we made our way
to the dining room only to find that he was out of
soup. But no worries. He had whipped up an
exquisite dinner of the fluffiest, tastiest
quiche I've ever had made with bits of ham and bacon
and an accent of cranberry and apple chutney on
The salad was fresh from a garden on the
premises with a light vinaigrette. The meal was
finished off with a light Canadian Chardonnay.
Sugar tarts and rhubarb cake were the desserts,
and there was one of each treat for each of us.
The irony of this meal was that actually cost
less than the soup and bread at the lodge
the previous night and was so far superior.
(at the canoe)
(along Marsh Lake)
After dinner, Greg and I went down to the lake
and canoed about a quarter mile up and back
down the coast. Then we sat on lounge chairs on a
small deck right above the shore, listening to
(sun at 8:30pm)
(lakeview of the Inn)
We returned to our cottage around 9:30pm
with the sun still glowing low in the sky. Greg
opened up a bottle of Yellowtail Shiraz that
I'd packed with us and we sipped wine. A hot
bath finished off the evening, then I pulled
the blinds in the downstairs room shut as tightly
as possible, the sun still streaming through
but it didn't really bother me. It had been a
long day and finished in such a wonderful way.
Finally, a good night's sleep.
(the Inn by morning light)
Here are photos from the day's drive:
(the 1st Yukon sign)
(the 2nd Yukon sign)
(Signpost Forest, Watson Lake)
A popular and strange tourist attraction -
post after post decorated with signs from
around the world creating a "signpost forest."
No wildlife sightings here.
(Chewie lounging at the park, lunchtime)
(Ernie lounging at lunchtime)
Lunch was a picnic at a Wye Lake Park in the
town of Watson Lake.
(along the Alaska Highway)
(along the Alaska Highway)
(along the Alaska Highway)
The goal for Wednesday's drive is Tok, Alaska.