Reading the Yukon: Hospitality in the North

As all great trips eventually do, our Yukon voyage is fading into the well of experience. We won’t ever forget it, but it’s being shuffled into a deck of cards. The top cards, if you will, now reveal more pressing agendas, projects, and people. Now, instead of simply wanting to hear about our trip down the

Reading the Yukon: Navigating Layers

The nature of a river like the Yukon is that there is no one river. There is, in a physical sense, one moving body of water that begins southeast of Whitehorse and drains into the Bering Sea, but there may as well be one hundred. A person who lived, for example, on Lake Laberge, might never

Reading the Yukon: Our Honeymoon Voyage

If you asked me what I’m most proud of right now, I’d tell you my freezer. It’s nearly full with the fruits of John’s and my labors of the days since we returned from the Yukon. There are bags of kale and sugar snap peas nestled against bags of blueberries. There are jars of wild

Reading the Yukon: Preparations on the Kenai Peninsula

I confess the saloon / has swallowed our marriage, / Faro taken too dear a price. / In this city, so far from our families, / I have broken promises, / and dishes, and windows. I didn’t think I’d be the kind of man I’ve become, but Nellie, I was on the dock the day the Excelsior / steamed into San Francisco