A Photo Cannot Depict How Small the Yukon River Makes Me Feel
Forging a destined dream of paddling 460 miles of the Yukon River, my husband Jake and I constructed the Sundowner with old pontoons and mostly used lumber as a testimony of our devotion to pursue this rugged adventure. In 2011, fate finally sent us venturing north over 3,000 miles into Canada’s Yukon Territory where the Sundowner enabled us to navigate the river, fish, pan for gold, photograph magnificent landscapes & wildlife, write, and play in The Land of the Midnight Sun.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Feeling Small in a Big Land: Day 14 of the Yukon River Trip
I am struggling with the loneliness this place creates inside me. I'm homesick--or civilization sick rather. To say this place is enormous doesn't work. I don't think I have the skills to convey just how big the Yukon is. Big, gigantic, huge, ginormous, massive, gargantuan, mammoth--put all those words together and multiple them by ten, and maybe that might come close to conveying the colossal size of this place. Though the Yukon evokes great awe and shares its raw beauty, there is just something about this place. And that something is what I won't miss.
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