A new way to have fun.

We went to Whitehorse Friday night. We arrived at 10:15, about an hour before sunset. We got a hotel right away and zonked out. We were supposed to be at the repair shop (air conditioning) promptly at 8:00 am. So we arrived at 7:45. The owner and three employees proceeded to move several vehicles around. They used a forklift as a tow vehicle to move one old car. The forklift was left running while other things were done. We think other things were done, as the four men were all moving about from place to place. A truck was moved out and parked on the street, and left running for at least an hour that we know of. The forklift was still running, but no longer in use. The owner asked me to move one of the buses into the first bay of the garage. There was a minivan on the lift about four feet off the floor, so I just stuck the nose of the bus in. Then Peggie and I sat in the other bus and watched the fun. One of the young employees lifted the hood of a pickup, then went inside the garage. Nobody did anything to our bus. Then the young man came out and looked for something that he apparently couldn't find in the engine compartment of the truck. Then he went into the garage. The owner and another youngster put air in the tires of a derelict and pulled it out of what looked like the waste and junk pile along the back fence with the forklift. Which was still running. On the hood of the derelict 80's model was a box with what looked like a transmission in it. The owner and the young man messed with the driver's door for a while. Then they both went somewhere else. Then one of them carried what looked like a tank of freon (or whatever they use nowadays) over to our bus. They opened the hood. Then they went somewhere else. The kid with his head under the hood of the pickup still couldn't find what he wanted, so he went inside the garage. Then he came out and looked around some more. After about six repeats of this procedure, the owner stopped by. Words were exchanged and the owner tapped something in the engine compartment and walked off. Apparently this was what the kid looked for, because he went into the garage and returned with some kind of electronic meter, hooked it up and stared at it for a while. Then he did about three more repeats of the look under the hood, go into the garage routine. Then he came out with twelve feet of cable, which he coiled on top of the engine. Then he looked at the ends of the cable. Then he looked at the engine. Then he got under the engine. Then he got back out and looked at the ends of the cable. Then the owner, who by now had hooked the freon (or whatever they use nowadays) to something on the bus, came over. Words were exchanged. The owner showed the kid where the cable ends plugged into something and disappeared again.
Two hours went by like this while Peggie and I visited and watched. I have never seen four people accomplish so little for so long. It was like a staged comedy. Then the owner came over and told us the bus was ready to go. So we took it and went shopping and to lunch. Then we got a call to return to the shop. The other bus was missing a key piece, which can be in Whitehorse by next weekend. So we paid and left at about 1:00 after a quick stop at the Superstore.
We stopped in Carcross to have coffee at Heike's. She took us over to a museum and we watched a video about the Tagish people and looked at the stuff in the museum. Then we continued to Skagway. We saw a bear just out of town. Then another one beside Tutshi Lake. When we got back to Skagway and stopped to refuel the buses, we spoke with another driver who had seen three bears on her tour today. She was pumped. Then we had to wash both buses. But the road construction zone was dry today, so the oily mud was not too bad.
Now it is bedtime again.