A loud knock at the door awoke us at 11 am. Obviously it was
Eskimumu getting us back for waking her up for a late 4:30 am
check-in hours before. We brunched downstairs at the Burwash
Landing Resort restaurant, chomping down fish and chips before
hitting the dusty road.  Winding through desolate, fir-tree-
lined Yukon territory, the H2 handled well for an extreme off-
road machine. We took turns at 70+ mph with confidence. Never
eliciting a single tire howl or loose moment as we chose not to
translate all kilometer speed signs into miles per hour, the H2
charged through every challenge. Prudence had us slowing for
numerous blind turns, as the rare oncoming vehicle was often an
18-wheeler using more than its share of the road. A hard-
charging juggernaut, the H2 wasn't perturbed by the occasional
pothole, frost heave crack, or broken pavement.  As we drove
deeper into the Yukon, the landscape became increasingly
different from Alaska. The forest was denser, small lakes more
commonplace, and most notably, the sunr