A journalist observes life in the far north.
Winter. Alec has begun getting us ready for the nasty beast. He goes out nights hunting firewood. When he gets home, I help him empty the bed of his truck, tossing logs like sandbags. I think he’s collected enough wood to get us through December. Next, the pile must be split and stacked. In about a month, Alec will join his dad for a moose hunt. We’re also hoping to dip-net for salmon, although the Copper is a finicky river.
Alec’s nephew moved in with his grandpa. I think the Sony Playstation proved too irresistible.
I am still looking for a new babysitter. I get a lot of calls from mothers-to-be looking for something to do until their little ones come.
Tomorrow is my employer’s annual summer picnic.
I went on an epic hike this morning. My legs were like rubber the rest of the day, during which I subsisted on cookies.