Thursday, February 9, 2012

Yukon

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In this place I have seen what our Native people saw. It is unchanging except for the icy road and occasional telephone poles or a cabin. Very little electricity even runs out here, there is no one to use it. It is a raw, harsh beauty. The kind of beauty that can pull you in despite its dangers. It is an icy wonderland, I feel no sadness that I havent seen it in the summer. Winter and all of its sharp edges have always drawn me in. Even in -65 degrees this is my current favorite place. My previous favorite was a favorite for 13 yrs, so I dont change lightly.

The mountains, the trees, the snow, the wild animals are all part of the mystery of the Yukon. Even the name sounds remote, as if it is a name given by someone who cannot describe it. Upon our arrival in Anchorage, we all felt homesick for the place we had just been, this place. As well as the rest of Northern Yukon that we have yet to see. It is a truly amazing place. Had we been moving up here, free of any binds (the army) we would have stopped there and found a piece of land, built a cabin and stayed forever. Somehow the Yukon is untouched, like no one is willing to try to take it. I wouldnt take it, I would live with it.

2 comments:

Kenji said...

Wow, I don't think I would still have a stomach after some of those roads!! Thanks so much for sharing the pictures, it is absolutely gorgeous! :)

Jo Abair said...

Some of the roads were tough. Instead of shutting my eyes and missing it in fear, I snapped pictures steadily so that if I died-my mama would be able to see what I last saw and know that I died in a heavenly spot. I did pray to God that if I died, he save the camera card for her... It was a beautiful trip.