My Journey


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Those pics of the sky really are fascinating! Fitting way you will always remember your girl.

Post #2559, the pic of your rig looks like it should be on a brochure advertising the camper company or the truck.


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"Sky Dog"

It's only fitting that Yukon can share a nickname with the greatest southern rock guitar player that ever lived, Duane "Sky Dog" Allman... maybe you should play some Allman Brothers for Yukon next time y'all are driving down the road and see if she likes it lol. Stay strong Jerry, we're all behind you.

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I spotted your rig the other day in Tucson in the Barnes and Noble parking lot on the NW side of apologies for not stopping in to chat but I was in a hurry, dealing with a doctor’s appointment. I hope all is well with you, at least under the tough circumstances you’re dealing with.
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Jerry, hope all is going as well as can be with Yukon and you.
Again, as you seem to be spending much time in Tucson, my offer still stands. If you want a place to hang out just outside of the city to give you a little more "stability" as you and Yukon go through your days, please don't hesitate. You have driven past my house at least once already.

It was on Day 865 of our odyssey that Yukon finally succumbed to the pains of the cancer that had invaded her beautiful body.....

Yukon was born on May 26, 2008 in the small ranching & farming town of St. Ignatius, Montana. The first time I laid my eyes on her she was running out of a red barn with her little pack of yellow and black labs and in the background to the east I could see the towering rock cliffs and peaks of the Rocky the south, the west and the north were the fields of Mission beautiful one might think that she was born at the entrance to heaven.....



My guess is that pups from the valley typically find new homes here in the valley and they eventually become ranch & farm dogs for the remainder of their lives. But Yukons life was to be different.....people often have said that she was the "lucky one".....

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She had not reached two months of age when she crossed her first international border. At less than six months she had traveled as far north as the Alaskan roads were constructed.....and travel would soon define her life.....


There were periods of her life where we took refuge in a was good. There was the cabin in the Appalachian Mountains and it was here that she began to hone her skills chasing the white tail deer through the forests.....and eventually she moved back west where she continued to chase the deer and at times the herds of elk that roamed the mountains of Montana. She caused no was always a game.....


There were a few houses in the city.....these never lasted for long. The stays were brief.....the call of life on the road was much too strong.....



She would return to Montana often over the years where she cherished the tall mountain peaks, the crystal clear lakes, the ice cold waters cascading down the mountainsides, and the forests that seemed endless with no boundaries in sight.....


Yukon was truly an adventurer.....and Yukon was an explorer too.....but I think that Yukon could best be described as a wandering warrior.....and always my best friend.....

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It is often said that a dogs life is too short.....and it could easily be said that Yukons was as well but she used her nearly twelve years of life wisely. She traveled to the south to Mexico several times, and north to Canada many, many times.....she traveled to Alberta, British Columbia, Manitoba, New Brunswick, Newfoundland and Labrador, Nova Scotia, Ontario, Prince Edward Island, Quebec, and of course Yukon ! She had planned to travel to the Northwest Territory in 2020 but those plans were stopped short.....

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She crossed the United States of America enough times to make your head spin. She traveled to Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, Wisconsin, and Wyoming. She never made it to Hawaii but that's just fine cause she was just like me.....we are not ones motivated to complete any lists.....she just loved to wander.....



She traveled to Lake Erie, Lake Huron, Lake Superior, Lake Michigan, and Lake Ontario. And she traveled to hundreds, if not thousands, of smaller lakes dotted across North America.....



She traveled to the Mississippi River, the Columbia River, the Snake River, the Shenandoah River, the Colorado River, the Missouri River, and the Rio Grande River and like the lakes, she traveled to hundreds, if not thousands of smaller rivers, creeks and streams that criss cross North America.....


She traveled to the Atlantic Ocean, the Pacific Ocean, the Arctic Ocean (Beaufort Sea), the Gulf of Mexico, the Gulf of Alaska, and the Gulf of California. She loved the salt waters nearly as much as she loved the lakes and rivers. The waves were her playground and she showed no fear.....the outdoors is where she belonged.....raw nature was her true love.....


She climbed all the major mountain ranges of North America.....the Appalachian Mountains, the Rocky Mountains, the Canadian Rockies, the Sierra Nevada Mountains, the Alaska Range, and the Cascades. She climbed many smaller ranges and I'd imagine that she was closing in on two hundred summits. The mountains of North America were her home.....


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