Another damp, dreary day. I scouted around Beaver Creek before leaving for some cheap supplies, but none were to be found. I ended up with a cookie and a muffin from one place, and a tin of stew from another. One place decided to charge tax, and one didn't. I opted for a short days cycling of only 25 kms, as this would give me more options on places to stay later on on the little section to Whitehorse, and in addition, the tent could do with a bit of a drying out. I dived into a state run campsite, and decided I would test the grounds about not paying, or in this case, playing the old ‘i haven't got any change routine' and paying only five dollars. This brought the days expenditure up to $11.18. A squirrel joined me on my picnic table, and the food bag was looking so threadbare, I considered setting a snare up so I could have roast squirrel with my noodles.