By Ken Marsh “The winter! the brightness that blinds you, … The woods where the weird shadows slant; The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery, I’ve bade ’em good-by– but I can’t.” — Robert Service, Spell of the Yukon Thirty years ago, living as a trapper in Alaska’s upper Susitna Valley, I traveled on snowshoes nearly everyContinue reading “Return to Winter”
