Even with all the fun stuff happening around here, I feel thin-skinned. For some reason, the Yukon shakes me to the core every single time I come back. It strips me naked, more than any other place does. I feel raw, vulnerable, my whole being exposed. Face to face with the most intimate parts of my soul. This place seems to do that to many people. You can't fake it here. You are called back the essence of your being. Jack London said it beautifully in The Call of the Wild.
“He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time. “
“But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called -- called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come.”
Jack London - The Call of the Wild