Tag Archives: Alone in the Wild

Is it Better to be Social for Christmas?

It’s warm this evening and a storm is blowing in apparently. Freezing rain tomorrow and Christmas day, which makes me a bit concerned about getting back here. I felt like I should spend Christmas with the family since they seemed … Continue reading

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Nasty Emails and Pleasant Families

I went out of the bush today at 2pm, having spent the morning letting the fire go out and packing what I needed. Crossing the stream was easier than I thought, with the garbage bags wrapped around my feet and … Continue reading

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Getting Wet in the Winter

You wouldn’t think that a shower in the icy cold greenhouse would be that nice, but I thought again today how it was at least as pleasant as other showers I have had in the UK, for instance, where the … Continue reading

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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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