Condor Airlines

In The Yukon Wild “You know your spent in the Yukon Wild When you can’t even fake a smile We’d been digging for days And

Summer Skies There once was a flight path to Frankfurt, And Yukoners all gave thanks for it. We’d take to the skies, Arrive on time,

The Condor, the name for two species vultures, known to be the largest flying landbird in the western hemisphere, inhabiting the old and new world,

As I make my way across the land, I’m filled with joy in this place so grand. – Rugged mountains spread before my eyes, Inspiring

The Yukon Provides No book nor picture can suffice to express,  The wonders and the nature of this peculiar place. Snow peak mountains, with its

Borderland “Check for ticks” they said I never knew, never saw a tick in the Yukon Stolzenhagen, Germany (but almost Poland) You could walk there

Out on the Trail When the dogs are ready Their traces tight It’s time to be off  Into the cold crisp night – I call

Yukon to Europe From the Yukon wilds of rivers and mountains To Europe’s history of castles and fountains; A flight away; it’s not that far

Eine glückliche Verbindung Ein shared curiosity exists between the land of the midnight sun and the place we call Germany, and they Deutschland. The people of midnight sun take

The Wind Whispers Freedom  The Condor soars into the valley trough with wings spread wide on a final glide, It’s cargo a collective adventurers all

Yukon Moonlight Madness  Trapper’s code: “Arrive on time!” –                                

Quest for the Yukon Aboard the planes of Condor Air, they come, to marvel at Kluane’s soaring peaks, and see moose feed beneath the Midnight Sun  

Yukon, larger than life Where to start and when to end? welcome to paradise my friend – Every inch of this nation tells a story

untold reflections of views beyond your cabin – the Condor in flight Poetry Style: Haiku

WILD AND FREE Let’s live a new life, Darling you and me, In the old true North, Where the Earth can breathe. Let’s live a

Sitting in a Plane Sitting in a plane Flying high in beautiful skies Soaring peacefully Like a golden eagle Gliding smoothly Flying 250 miles per

Frogs can’t fly and neither can I. Until Condor winks and inspires me to try, Nervous and anxious I choose to apply. To fly high

I dream of my hometown. Walking through these streets again, listening to music floating from open windows like light. Harmonica, accordion. Walking these streets where

The Relocation of Niggy Bee It’s a story as old as the one of the gold They found in the rivers up north. Why people

Condor migration; Yukon to Europe and back Ready to leave nest Poem: Haiku

Ha Ha Ha I’m Benjiji I live my life with nobility – You’ll smile when you see me Vim and vigor, full of glee Chest

The Adventures of Suburban Joe It’s been ten years and three months since we moved to this street. The neighbors are friendly. It’s quiet and

Commonty “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Mary Oliver asked, And I hesitated to reply.  – I

How far the Yukon from the ancient love Encountered in a Germanic café Instead of the raven a velvet dove And romantic is drunk, day after

The Great Move There once was a girl from down east Leaving home was thought of the least But she visited Yukon A new house

What kind of thing you’re looking for? Welcome happy visitor! Guess what, we could not offer it up here Just a small vary of local

Northernly; Enough A flow; a connection. Land. Shared belief in its value. – A community; exploration. Resources. How to give and take? – A route;  a