Miners sure must have been a thirsty lot. Saloons abound. We visited Diamond Tooth Gertie’s Saloon and Gambling Hall. They recreate a dancehall show complete with ruffled skirts and the cancan. There was lots of audience involvement and some pretty fair singing. We took in a show at The Palace Grand Theatre where the proprietor set out to mine the miners of their newly found wealth. We met Klondike Kate; one of the many dance hall girls of the time who were also often referred to as women of negotiable affection. It seems that miners must get lonely too. One can still stay at Bombay Peggy’s, a brothel gone hotel nowadays. The RCMP brought law and order and safety and sanitation. That’s who the miners had to thank for the requirement to carry 1000 pounds of supplies over the Chilkoot Pass…so supplies were enough for all the new comers to Dawson. Stern wheelers worked the waters of the Yukon and Klondike Rivers along these gold fields too. We toured a shallow draft workhorse of a boat, the SS Keno. No tablecloths or fancy china on this one. Her cargo was typically ore and miners….no frills. I had High Tea at the Commissioner’s house. This was the Territorial Capital back then after all. It is quite the mansion.