If you didn't know its history, Dawson would be a delightful place to pause for a while, plunging into its quirky culture and falling for its seductive, funky vibe. That it's one of the most historic and beautiful towns in Canada is like gold dust on a cake: unnecessary but damn nice.
Set on a narrow shelf at the confluence of the Yukon and Klondike Rivers, a mere 240km south of the Arctic Circle, Dawson City was the center of the Klondike Gold Rush.
Today, you can wander the dirt streets of Dawson, passing old buildings with dubious permafrost foundations leaning on each other for support (that's in comparison to the real drunks you'll see leaning on each other for support outside the local saloons). There's a rich cultural life, with many people finding Dawson the perfect place for free expression (that person doing a shot on the next bar stool may be a dancer, filmmaker, painter or a miner).
Dawson can be busy in the summer, especially during its festivals. But by September the days are getting short, the seasonal workers have fled south and the 2000 year-round residents (professionals, miners, First Nations, dreamers, artists and those who aren't sure where they fit) are settling in for another long and quiet winter.