Breakdowns
(Lou, Yukon) We had two major breakdowns this week, first my husband then the snowmachine. The machine is more inconvenient. Neil twisted his knee. Nothing major, but he can’t just take it easy, forget the bike and get the DLR to work as he would in London. So I’ve had to get all the wood and water again. (I am a martyr, have I mentioned that before?) Time is the best healer for injuries. But not machines. We had been working on finding and staking our trail downriver, after losing it under a fucking great heap of snow. Trail goes this way somewhere We decided I shouldn’t carry on alone as if the machine rolled on the rough ice I could get pinned underneath it. That decision lasted as long as it took me to get bored. About half an hour. I don’t take stupid risks. I travel slowly, don’t go too far and snow shoe any sections I’m not sure of before driving them. I take a Delorme satellite signaller. If I’m not home by a set time, Neil can check the internet for a...