There have been times in the last few weeks when I’ve played this song called “After Yukon” by Hank Karr on repeat. And when I wasn’t listening to it, I could still hear it in my head. I sang it in my head while I was driving south. I suppose it’s become the soundtrack of my sorrow for leaving this special place.

The chorus is:

Where do you go after Yukon?
What do you do after Yukon?
You’re just foolin’ yourself
If you think there’s something else
‘Cause there’s just nothing left after Yukon

😭