I was living in the Yukon, when my sister and bil suddenly passed away. I inhereted 1280 acres, cattle, horses, dogs, and a 2 year old daughter to raise. At the time I was 26, single, owned a small house, drove truck in the winter, and flew in the summer, occasionally helping my father with his gold mine as well. Overnight I became a mother, rancher, and part time trucker in central BC. The plan was to sell the ranch, and move back to the Yukon with my 2 year old daughter. Instead I learned to become a ranch owner, appreciate the land, animals, and what would become my new normal. Over the years I have purchased another 3840 acres, thinned the herd to just 20-30 head, got into mostly hay, married an amazing man who passed away in his sleep just over 10 years ago, and have a 20 year old daughter who drives truck, when not helping me out on the farm.
The original plan was to fly for a living and stay in the yukon. But plans change, so just go with it.