Wish I could live on "Yukon time"! :-) For now I have some memos to "draft" and documents to read. While occasionally peaking on Pinkbike to look forward to the weekend and plan my next bike trip.
Oh, how you brought back some vivid memories with this captivating article Mr. Sherrard!
Getting lost and finding myself at Cantlie Lake after riding all night in the rain,
meeting fantastic people on the way up to Grey Mountain, who will instantly become your friends for the rest of your life, sleeping on the banks of the Yukon River and waking up for the squirrels bombing my tent with pine cones,
you would think that that trail has got to end here but it just carries on and on and on....
Time does not exist in the Yukon as it seems to do everywhere else, I too when I need
some escape in my mind, will think of the landscape and beauty that land has to offer.