For our first trip as a couple, my future wife, Joanne and I went to the Yukon. We mostly spent our time doing hikes, continuously being amazed by the vastness of the place, emphasized by the absence of people.  A standout moment was our overnight stay near Virginia Falls, a remote gem we heard about. The 2.5-hour float plane journey to reach it carried us over an endless expanse of mountain peaks—some lush green, others rugged rock, and a few cloaked in snow and ice. Our pilot, Daryl, entertained us with many tales of the region, and I found myself spellbound by the uncharted wilderness of my own country.