The Land that God Forgot
Seeing an interesting composition, I crawled onto an ice-shelf in the Yukon River to get this shot. It was quite sloped and I didn't want to risk standing up. If you fell into the river here, it would be game-over in a hurry, mostly because you couldn't hoist yourself back onto the slippery ice. It's said that you can't call yourself a 'sourdough' until you've seen the Yukon River freeze-up, then stick around long enough to see it freeze again. I guess that makes me a sourdough about 25 times over. By mid-March, the ice should stretch across the river, at which point it'll begin to thaw and break-up. The thick shore ice seen here won't be gone completely until mid-June.
The title is taken from a poem in Robert Service's 'Songs of a Sourdough' first published in 1907. A Scottish bank clerk who worked in the Yukon during the early 1900's, his epic poetry about the harsh, unforgiving land and larger-than-life men and women of the Klondike gold-rush, gained him international fame and earned him a considerable fortune. Though his poems lack the intellectual depth of a Shakespeare, Yeats or Frost, his brilliant use of cadence, rhyme and poetic language to tell tales of adventure in a far-away land, make them highly memorable and entertaining, among the best in the English language.