Stoking the Woodstove
I just dropped John off at the Whitehorse airport and have headed back to the dry cabin in the woods for a couple days on my own until our wayward child and his partner return from the south. John is concerned about me in the cabin on my own. He need not be. Life is simple in the Yukon. You need warmth and food. I have lots of wood stocked by the cabin courtesy of the wayward child and much too much food. My plan is to sit on the corner of the couch closest to the woodstove with the cat and the dog nearby, and use my headlamp to catch up on reading and writing. I need to stay close to the woodstove, so I can feed it wood often as our temps here have plunged to -27 today. Every now and again, I will need to stir from my corner on the couch to put on my three sweaters and make a mad dash to the outhouse. But other than those necessities I’m looking forward to the quietness, and the stillness, and watching the sun come up and then set shortly thereafter. John was surprised at how much he
