Before I was ten I’d had it up to here with breaking trail while carrying a full pack while wading through swamps while slapping at mosquitoes while yelling to scare off bears.
I’M AN UNHAPPY CAMPER. Where I grew up, when you didn’t get your moose, you didn’t eat meat that winter. If you wanted meat to eat, you went hunting in Kamishak Bay. If you went hunting in Kamishak Bay, back before statehood, when Alaska was one gigantic national unPark, perforce, you went camping. In tents.…
