19 days ago (2019-05-02 11:43:12)
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When we moved to Whitehorse, it seemed like I had an unlimited list of things I adored more about this place over the rest of the places I have called home.
The spell of the Yukon had me admiring the wilderness at my doorstep, the sense of communities in each town, and the adventurous spirit of those we met. Add in crazy beautiful landscapes and it was no wonder we called this place home.
But when I go down south, particularly to Vancouver Island and into the coastal rainforest, I can't help but miss these ancient giants of firs and cedars. 800 years in age, you can only imagine the lives that had lived in their shadows.
So we just spend our days soaking in their beauty and hope that the next generation to come will appreciate and have these legends around to enjoy.