Many Yukoners have fond childhood memories set in territorial campgrounds. Mom would load the battered camper onto the black-and-orange ex-YTG Highways crew cab. Dad would find the fishing gear and, just in case, load the cooler with hot dogs, Cheez Whiz and Wonderbread buns. Then the family would head to the lake, with parents counting kids and dogs in the backseat as the pickup chugged up Two Mile Hill.