Or “How to be a visitor in the wilds.”  
​“Hello the cabin!” I holler to the wilderness cabin from the property line. Smoke curls from the log cabin chimney. I have set the ice hook and the sled dogs stare ahead at the cabin. It’s five minutes before a face appears out the door.
            “Is that you Miles? Come on up and have some coffee” We are ninety miles from any road, and this is a trapline cabin along a remote river in interior Alaska. 

My First Fur 
Adapted from Miles ‘book 1,’ Going Wild. 
By Miles Martin © 11/20/21