Tyler, Sydney and I are back in town. Back to driving cars, spending money at the grocery store, having both wonderful and miserable encounters with our fellow human beings and instead of focusing on harvesting fur as we’ve done all winter we are focused on how to get rid of it.

We spent just under 6 months out on the trapline this season. We had a successful trapping season. We got a big bull moose in the fall. We put our nets out to catch chum salmon for the dogs. It was a very slow run for us but we eventually hauled in a reasonable amount to feed the dogs over the winter. We got a start on a storage cabin/future bunkhouse cabin for our kids while we waited for trapping season to open. In mid November we had enough snowfall to start running trapline with the dogsled. We built a special box in my dogsled for Sydney and the day before Thanksgiving we took our first cross-country dog-sledding trip to our new line cabin at the lake as a family spending the holiday having an adventure. A good fur catch started trickling in by mid December promising a good trapping season. We had a simple, sweet, quiet country Christmas focused on love and gratitude rather than consumerism. January was a busy grind with Tyler having no time to do anything but trap and do the fur work that follows a successful catch. I was busy doing the other chores that come along with our lifestyle and doing my best to gracefully support my hardworking man. February came and we started wrapping things up on the trapline and get ready for our move back to town. We ended the season safe and sound which is the most important part.

I looked forward to getting back to “town” this year. I’m 32 weeks pregnant and my focus is getting ready for another big addition in our lives. These past few months I have looked forward to some of the creature comforts that most women enjoy during pregnancy like good friends to laugh and talk to, a good chiropractor, a prenatal exam for assurance that everything is going well and fresh fruits and vegetables full of vitamins I crave. Though I feel fairly good about my pregnancy nutrition, I was definitely getting sick of eating all of my fruits and vegetables dried and stewed. 165 days of oatmeal for breakfast also got old this year and I would find myself eating fresh eggs in my dreams.

I had wishful thoughts when we were out in the woods that when we got to town Tyler wouldn’t be as busy for a while and I would have time to catch up on the things on my list uninterrupted for a bit but motherhood is motherhood and fatherhood is fatherhood. Tyler had his own list of things he needed to accomplish before he went to work for the summer. We had a few wonderful weeks of family time spent together cleaning skulls from our catch, getting a general idea of what we will do with our fur catch from the winter and working on some various crafts made from bi-products of our fur catch like earings made from the canine teeth of lynx and marten and decorative chimes made from the cleaned bones of wolverine, wolf and lynx. Tyler’s already back to work for the summer season and I am back to typing and writing during Sydney’s afternoon nap. Luckily she is an awesome nap taker and I don’t have much to complain about in that department. I can reliably count on her taking a solid 2 hour nap in the afternoon. She even asks for her nap. She is like an angel to me….most of the time.  The baby coming in May is probably going to challenge me more because I don’t think I can get so lucky twice.

Sydney and I most recently with our youngest dog Larry

Over the course of the next few months I am planning on doing some writing to elaborate on events from our fall and winter out on the trapline. I made time to scribble in my notebooks regularly throughout this past trapping season. I want to write about our fishing season this past fall and a few stories from fishing years in the past, what parenting is like in the wilderness, mushing dogs cross-country pregnant and with a toddler in the sled, a little essay I like to call filthy trapline stories about the reality and very unromantic side of life living in the woods, a story about our radio and the one station we can tune in reliably, and a summary of  how trapping went for us this year and what it takes to shut down camp for the year. If I get to it maybe a bit about cooking in the woods and a few recipes.

In the next few weeks I am working on getting a little shop going on my website to sell some of our trapping items. Computers hurt my brain so wish me luck. More stories to come soon. Cheers!