Have I gone feral? I've been getting kitchen scissor haircuts, bathing in rivers and traipsing through muskegs...
I have tally on my wall of the mice I've killed this summer. The current total is 16. I tried to coexist peacefully with the cute little guys, until I woke up one night and two were crawling through my hair! Needless to say, I have switched to sleeping on the much smaller and more uncomfortable top bunk of my tiny little trailer.
However, I think I might have decimated the native mouse population. I haven't seen any in a couple days. There must be rumors stirring among the mouse community.
"Don't go in there, George! Larry went in that trailer the other day and never came out."
Daily whaley swim-bys. Native Tinglit petrogyphs on remote islands. Caves everywhere. Canoeing down the Thorne River into the bay. Sea lions!
Alaska is a whole new ballgame.
Alone in the bush and loving the wild life!
