Goddamn, we wish you were here to enjoy this beautiful weather with us. It's winter, where small insects die and the rodents pretend. Not us. Big boys don't trust anything made in fear. We venture off to the crisp cold Yukon air, speeding through darkness at 110 kilometers an hour, cruise control on curved icy roads. The car crashed countless––like 8? maybe 9––times the whole trip. Five big boys packed in one Jeep, shifting drivers to cover 36 hours on the road. This is what a drive from Edmonton to Whitehorse looks like. With each driver, came his own playlist. All was well when we spent the morning under the mountains with a gang of bison, being boys on the road. These photos––timelessly in Yukon––captures the narrative of our wild journey. To witness the results of our survival, what a blessing.
