Me too.
Jim
Jim
Trap Lines North by Stephen W. Meader
I loved having my maps out following along with where everything was going on.
Have you had an opportunity to read "Great Heart" about the ill-fated expedition? https://www.thriftbooks.com/w/great...yP0aAsEuEALw_wcB#idiq=3175504&edition=2312140Mina Benson Hubbard, A Woman's Way Through Unknown Labrador. New York: McClure (1908).
This classic of canoe literature has probably received mention previously in this thread. Leonidas Hubbard, Jr. became lost and died in 1903 while exploring a route across Labrador. In 1905 his wife set out to successfully complete the expedition.
Mrs. Hubbard shows great admiration for the teamwork and wilderness skills of her native guides. She marvels at the beauty and complexity of the sub-arctic environment. From time to time she shows the reader brief glimpses of her grief at the loss of her husband. She writes with an elegant style, and shows a perspective much different from similar travel accounts by male authors.
Read it online with a free account from archive.org:
https://archive.org/details/cu31924028906069/mode/1up
I might feel differently a few months in but, right now, it sounds like my dream job.I suspect many here with resonate with the tension between wanting to be ensconced in wildness and missing the company of friends and family back in civilization.
I agree completely. I never tire of living in isolated wilderness. In January of 1999, Kathleen and I flew to a one-room cabin 100 km (62 miles) north of the Arctic Circle. Three hundred km (200 miles) from the nearest road. Forty km (25 miles) from the nearest community of 90 people mostly native, We stayed until breakup in June. I literally cried when we paddled away down the Anderson River to the Arctic coast, four weeks away. That time in the cabin, at the north end of Colville Lake remains the best 141 days of my life.I might feel differently a few months in but, right now, it sounds like my dream job.
Me too.I might feel differently a few months in but, right now, it sounds like my dream job.
I’ve read all four of his books. I particularly like the communication and coordination exhibited by these two intrepid paddlers. I’m also partial to the botany, the walking they did, working out the challenges they faced, their appreciation for the far north.I agree completely. I never tire of living in isolated wilderness. In January of 1999, Kathleen and I flew to a one-room cabin 100 km (62 miles) north of the Arctic Circle. Three hundred km (200 miles) from the nearest road. Forty km (25 miles) from the nearest community of 90 people mostly native, We stayed until breakup in June. I literally cried when we paddled away down the Anderson River to the Arctic coast, four weeks away. That time in the cabin, at the north end of Colville Lake remains the best 141 days of my life.
In another post, Erica mentioned my book “Beyond The End of the Road: A Winter of Contentment North of the Arctic Circle” Disappointing sales so far. Apparently this experience enjoyed by Kathleen and me is not broadly interesting. Perhaps I have not done enough marketing, or don’t know the right people. Sigh. Please buy my book, or at least check it out of the library. Tell me that you liked it. Even if you didn’t. Or, even if you didn’t read it, you can still tell me that you liked it. I hunger for affirmation.
In another post, Erica mentioned my book “Beyond The End of the Road: A Winter of Contentment North of the Arctic Circle” Disappointing sales so far. Apparently this experience enjoyed by Kathleen and me is not broadly interesting. Perhaps I have not done enough marketing, or don’t know the right people. Sigh. Please buy my book, or at least check it out of the library.