Wolf at the Door: Life on the Alaskan Frontier
“I hunt only for food. But, so do wolves—and my yard is a pantry. The chickens. The rabbits. The dog. Me.”
Let me outI have work to do.
here, more north, more west, to this cabin at the edge of the world.
spilled ink of the Northern Lights. If I can’t find what I’m looking for here, in the startling quiet of these long, long winters, I’m not paying attention.
Let me in
What are you going to do?
I don’t knowWhatI do?
TRAVEL BEYOND THIS POINT NOT RECOMMENDED.
IF YOU MUST USE THIS ROAD, TELL SOMEONE WHERE YOU ARE GOING.
where I spend as much time as I can. It’s placid, tranquil, and quiet. Which makes it completely at odds with the chaos of my life.
Travel beyond this point not recommended.
New York Times
Canis lupus bernardi
This is itThis is what I came here to find
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The roadside cross is a jarring balance of the emotional poles, internal and external, surely an action by and for the remaining soul—not the one who has departed.