Letters from the Wilderness

Dear Fellow Wanderers, October has arrived at Eliguk Lake, which means nearly every conversation around here now contains the words, “before it freezes.” There is always a point in autumn when the season stops feeling leisurely. September still leaves room for optimism, but October starts looking at its watch. Suddenly every unfinished job has acquired…

Dear Fellow Wanderers, September has arrived at the Outpost wearing woodsmoke, frost around the cuffs, and the unmistakable look of a month that knows something we don’t. The forest smells different now – sharper, darker, almost peppered with change – and around here September is never merely another page on the calendar. It is a…

There are mornings out here when the lake is so still it looks like someone ironed it overnight. Then there are mornings when the wind hits before coffee, the dogs are barking at something nobody can see, and Arön has already started a project I didn’t know we had. That is generally how life at…