The Spell of the Yukon


"No! There’s the land. (Have you seen it?)
It’s the cussedest land that I know,
From the big, dizzy mountains that screen it
To the deep, deathlike valleys below.
Some say God was tired when He made it;
Some say it’s a fine land to shun;
Maybe; but there’s some as would trade it
For no land on earth—and I’m one." - Robert W. Service


Wednesday Thoughts

The trip down South!

    We drove, through the forest and plains of Alaska, through the old burns and the new Fireweed, until we crossed the border into Canada.


In the middle of Nowhere    

    Unknown territory to me, completely new, and all of a sudden I wondered why everyone, yes everyone, has Alaska on their bucket list, when clearly Canada, and Yukon are something out of this world.  


Empty Roads    

    Once you leave Fairbanks, the roads become less and less populated, until you enter the Yukon, and everyone are gone, empty, empty roads in the mountains with grizzlies and black bears roaming the landscape. You are on your own.