The gold rush is at its peak. Just a year ago, Dawson was a moose pasture with a few cabins. Now it has dance halls, Parisian fashions, electricity, running water and a restaurant where you could eat pâté de foie gras while listening to a string orchestra. And it has stories, tons of stories. Some true, some not so much. We'll share some of them which, factual or not, will give you a feel for Dawson's brilliant but brief spell as the Paris of the North.