A Pot of Yukon Gold

We were tempted to chase down the pot of Yukon Gold at the end of this rainbow. Tempted till the realization hit that the terrain is a bit too daunting to chase down that dream along with the realization that just being dwarfed by that terrain is a pot of gold in and of itself.
The mountains of the Yukon are majestic and the lake waters blue. Life is alive in the Yukon. It is a zoo without borders and a naturalists dream. Bison, bear, moose and caribou exist unabated as they did before humans overtook the continent and drink of sparkling without motorized pollution.
For those who need that touch of civilization, the territory’s capital, Whitehorse, is a vibrant city of over twenty thousand that time forgot. The downtown is filled with life, free of urban sprawl that has ruined countless city centers. It is a glimpse of the way populations once congregated to a center surrounded and supported by the bounty that attracted it in the first place.
Of course the Yukon is not for everyone and it does have its share of problems, the native population for instance is blatantly impoverished and relegated to the fringes of the society. But for those drawn to nature’s beauty and a civilized, simpler life, a pot of Yukon Gold just may be the treasure that allows us to start over and continue working on the ills of modern life.