Monthly Archives: December 2014

The Changes in a Person

The night is very still. Outside the sky is clear for the first time since I arrived nearly, and the stars are brilliant and plenteous. My water supply is still largely due to the rain and snow that came off … Continue reading

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A Stormy Day with the Mad Trapper

The storm the radio had been threatening me with came last night. It began yesterday afternoon, but when I woke this morning there was at least seven inches of snow on the ground, which means travel is slightly more difficult. … Continue reading

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The Palimpsest that is Our Lives

I was listening to the radio today before I got out of bed and it was one of those days of poor reception. I was tuned to CBC in the foreground of the transmission, while in the background, for all … Continue reading

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News From Beyond the Cabin

I was up late last night, listening to some music on my mp3 player and feeding the fire. It was chilly by comparison, and when I checked the water barrel I have outside, it had a centimeter of ice on … Continue reading

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Settling into the Cabin

Today seemed to breeze past. I woke four or five times in the night to put wood on the fire; the last time was likely around seven or eight in the morning when I built up the fire, went back … Continue reading

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Writing and Editing in the Woods

I must be getting used to waking at night to feed the fire, for it is automatic enough now that I cannot count the next day how many times I rose in the night. Last night I had a fire … Continue reading

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First Night in the Cabin

I guess last night was my first night in the cabin alone in the winter, if we disregard that frantic time in November when I was building the shack quickly enough that I could sleep in it instead of my … Continue reading

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In the Cabin in the Winter

I am in the cabin now, after thinking about being here for so long. I spend a fair amount of time thinking about what being in the cabin will be like, and reality rarely lives up to what actually happens, … Continue reading

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Airports

End of the world texts almost always feature the end of air travel. My friend loves airports and even goes early in order to enjoy the rushing to and fro, the greetings, and the patina of travel the exhausted people … Continue reading

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Forerunners

When I was a child my foster father Cecil used to tell stories of forerunners. These were stories in which a local person would see some image of the near future. For instance, old Tyler Roach who complained to his … Continue reading

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