There is 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 is a land - oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back - and I will.
Robert W. Service
About this site
This site is dedicated to the land and the people north of 60. It is meant to delight those who have been north themselves, to visualize parts of the north for those who are planning to go, and to entertain those who share an interest in the north but cannot go have a look for themselves.