The Dalton was cold and empty. I had camped on a game trail once before. A moose came twice. Each time I went under the Jeep. The second time I knew better but I was slow to learn. North of Fairbanks a man came out of the trees. He walked straight to me. I dropped… Continue reading A Close Call on the Dalton Highway: Why Kindness Pays Off in the Wild
Seeking solace and elation in the unbuyable.