There's a small trading complex on the north side of the river. I didn't stop in due to the fuel shortage, but they appeared to have some sort of restaurant.
The Yukon River Bridge is where we met Ernie, the local Alaskan police. Everywhere you go in the USA after September 11, 2001 you find that we have increased security in everything we do. There was no vehiclular traffic along the Highway, and walking the bridge was completely safe, but the people in charge of the bridge's security were curious as to why I was walking along the bridge taking potographs. There's nothing wrong with walking the bridge, but do expect to meet the local police if you do. Ernie was a fantastic guy, in extremely great shape. I recommended to Deb that she go back and reintroduce herself to him! He was just her type!
I've always read about the Yukon in my books about the Alaskan wilderness. The Yukon epitomized the word "frontier" in my mind, and seeing her is a great accomplishment.
THE YUKON RIVER.