Punching through the low mountains of this part of the Yukon Territory, it reminded Vicktor Petrov of the interior of Alaska from 10 years ago and the Siberian terrain of a journey 3 days earlier. He drove through massive quantities of the Boreal Forest, muskeg, and river valleys as diverse as the vascular system of a human. As he made his way upstream by jumping watersheds, Vicktor was approaching one of earth’s many capillaries. The 3 major oceans are the planet’s heart, and the rivers of the world are the veins returning earth’s blood (water) back to its source. The earth’s arteries are evaporation and rain that supply nutrients in an open system. In this macro world, humans are plaque that clog and pollute the veins with their need for metals, minerals, and energy. We will someday be recognized for what we really are: sticky shit that causes blood clots on Mother Earth. Humans are organized, organic cholesterol, fucking up a giant lifeform. Bring in the pharmaceuticals. In the meantime, enjoy the extreme beauty this planet can gift into your long-term memory. Coming upon Stewart’s Crossing, a side road presented itself that would take a curious individual 35 miles upstream to a First Nation town called Mayo and another 40 or so to Keno City, a silver mining town. Mayo-haze was chosen, and VP spent the night in an intense fog-induced valley. Moving back to Hwy. 2 and south 3 more towns, Hwy. 4 presented itself and up the Yukon River he went, until the road went east, and the river did not. Continuing to Ross River, what was left of the Canol Hwy. lay beyond the ferry’s drop point. Hardy souls can walk or bike a 279-mile road that served as a pipeline between the oil fields of Norman Wells on the Mackenzie River and a military distribution point in the Yukon for fuel to build the Alcan Highway and protect Alaska. It was open for 1 year. If you desire primitive, go down that road. But first, you must call the ferry captain to get across. Good luck.