Adventures of a Gringacita: Who needs a prince charming if you've already got the Whitehorse

A statement that I'm sure many Yukon lasses would disagree with, but the Yukon is so much more than long winters and a lack of eligible bachelors. Whitehorse is the hidden never-never land of my generation. We don't grow old living within the magic of this final frontier... there are simply too many fun activities to be done. It's the land where the want to see a friendly face is fulfilled by walking into Baked at lunch hour. Where the Jickelbot (Peterball, PEETA - Peter Jickling) heads the local paper and his jabberings are sure to put a smile on your face. Where simply contemplating crossing the road will create a traffic jam, where Eric Telford is the happiest man. Where our summers and winters are filled with music fests,beer fests, road relays, bike relays, theater performances, hairy legs, beards and plaid.

Many people fret about the winters of this north land, but it only takes a 'RUFIO!!' or a "LIL JON" to get a wolf pack together for potlucks, local beers/coffee, 80's dances and a plethora of outdoor winter sports. The Yukon is the final frontier and I consider myself fortunate to have fallen in love with this land and community.

During my time in the Yukon I developed a strong adoration and respect for untouched earth. This connection to the earth keeps me grounded and balanced. I can easily say that I've transformed more in the past 3 years than I have in my entire life. I've explored only a fraction of the Yukon even though I spent the majority of my weekends hiking and camping. This only means my return is essential.

I was able to reconnect with this land for one month after my South American quest to do some final visiting, adventuring and packing before beginning the trek south. A wise friend once told me that after living in the Yukon and leaving, everything else in comparison is beige. I made the best of my final month in the Yukon which was full of amazing friends, laughter and exploring. To my fellow Horsians, I miss you dearly. Come visit me soon please. I'm dreading the beige that I fear will creep deeper into my bones as I continue farther south.