Bush Knowledge

We need a radio. In fact, the whole title of this blog is about the radio which we don’t have. Apparently it costs a bunch, and you have to reinforce its antennas with foil, but on the next trip to town we will acquire a Bush Radio, if only to listen to other people’s chatter. I have been here five days now, and I can honestly say I’ve already learned a bunch. First of all, don’t stick your hand into a dog fight. No matter how many times you’ve done it before, just don’t. That one time you actually do happen to get bit, it kinda hurts, and you have to learn new, big words to describe what it is. Besides, it seriously inhibits your ability to carry buckets of water and other essentials. But if you do happen to get bit, you’ll want to look up Carol, the nurse, who does an amazing job with foolish hands going places they shouldn’t be. Secondly I’ve learned that running ten dogs on a four-wheeler is a lot harder than five on a sled. Especially when there’s snow involved, and the four-wheeler hardly has any breaks. It’s slippery. And fun.

In other news I made some awesome soup, which I am really proud of. It was made on a iron stove, powered by birch, and the meat got thawed next to some wet socks. Yum!