How the hell did we end up in the Yukon wilderness?
I'd been doing dogsledding trips in Alaska for over a decade before I convinced my husband to join me. Despite his idea of a good time involving a packet of crisps and a pub, he almost enjoyed himself.
A guy we met in the bush invited us to move on to his remote off road homestead to help with running his sled dogs and subsistence lifestyle.
It didn’t occur to us that he must be crazy to ask two middle-aged urban professionals with no relevant skills to move in and help out.
(To see just how unsuitable we were go to Our story.)
|Arrival in the wilderness|
It certainly occurred to us further down the line when things went pear shaped and we ended up homeless in the subarctic wilderness in mid winter.
From there began a journey that made us homeless on two continents for two years, campers at 40 below, unwelcome squatters in an empty cabin and guests (both welcome and unwelcome) in homes belonging to some very kind and mildly crazy friends.