Go North

I've finished taking some sort of deep water prospecting course, the instructor, a hippie chick, dreadlocks tucked into a toque, she tells me there's no diamonds down here, I should head north, that's where the diamonds are, Potter or Kotter Lake, and I look on a map and sure enough, there it is, somewhere north of the Yukon and Alberta border, and I drive and there's an intersection there, with pretty, vibrantly painted houses, and the road North leads through tall mountains and past crystal blue gushing rapids...