As you can see, I've got the mountains on my mind lately! This photograph was taken at Brasstown Bald in Georgia last fall. It's hardly the Canadian wilderness, but every time I see vista's like this, it reminds me of 'The Spell of the Yukon', a poem by Robert W. Service. I've included an excerpt, just one verse (my favorite), that every adventurer feels in their hearts, even if they've never heard the words ...
There’s a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
There are lives that are erring and aimless,
And deaths that just hang by a hair;
There are hardships that nobody reckons;
There are valleys unpeopled and still;
There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back—and I will.by Robert W. Service
I love this passage ... it stirs something deep inside. You can read the full poem here.