Yukon bush life

This is our wildest time. Until the river is clear of ice, no one can get in, we can’t get out and we are totally alone in thousands of square miles of wilderness.  Some days we marvel at just how remote and wild it is here. If we walked due north, we would go over the pole and into Russia before we met anyone. And what a trip that would be. Neil even speaks a bit of Russian- “Privyet. Mi iz Kanadey. U vas yest maslo?”(Hello we are from Canada. Do you have any butter?) “Nyet.” “Nu ladno.” (Oh well.) Saxifrage rockery coming back to life If we don’t follow the river, we could go in almost any direction and die before we meet another person or get any shopping. Yesterday we met a grizzly bear and life felt even wilder. Rowdy geese on the river honking away We’ve had a few visitors- the grizzly, wolves, two eagles and one very aggressive squirrel.  You can't see much but that is a wolf out there Homer had a sc...

It’s hard to find ways to celebrate special occasions in the bush. You can’t go for a meal or buy some cheap prosecco and get shit faced. It was our wedding anniversary on Saturday. Creek causing big puddles at the river's edge We’d saved 4 cans of beer but what else to do? The best we came up with was finishing the scribed log kennel we are making for our dog. It didn’t promise to be very romantic but suddenly, between the chainsawing and the swearing, a wolf howled from across the valley. Making notches in logs for our ungrateful dog After each howl an echo rang from the hills and hung in the air. He was joined by his friend from the bottom of our ramp, and another on the creek behind us. They were so damn close, we ran over to try to record them, but as soon as I turned the Go-Pro on, they’d stop. It was like playing grandmother’s footsteps. Every time I turned it off and walked back to work, they’d howl, we’d dash back and the...