There is a thrift store here. It's open from 2-4pm Friday every Friday afternoon located in the tiniest building I've ever seen. From the outside, the building looks like a playhouse situated behind the Anglican church. The picture I've uploaded is hiding the thrift store, but I'm too tired to go take another one. I'm hoping at one point to find a winter coat there for cheap. This Friday I went in and got 3 sweaters plus some yarn for a hefty $1. Apparently they were having a bag sale - all you can fit in a bag for a dollar. There was a sign indicating that large items were not included in the bag sale....
I finally took a picture of the Atlin sign on my way into Whitehorse yesterday. Headed back someone rearranged the rocks to read KKKK. White supremacists with a stutter maybe?
I don't feel much like writing at the moment since I'm still not feeling well. I figured I'd do a tiny blog to appease my dad since I haven't written in a couple of days and he got after me for it. Next time I might delve into the story of how and why I came here.
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