Soft-footed arrival of winter

...And the next thing I realized was that it is winter.


Cold sand storm on the river

The three weeks since my last entry have been busy: Elias got a moose, we went to Dawson City to pick up our winter supply of fresh vegetables, and we have been cutting, freezing, and organizing our supplies.


The moose


The moose again; the bull was four or five years old

Elias has built a new addition in the north corner of the house. The freezer has been moved in there already.

The new shed

Meanwhile, the temperatures dropped. Hardly do they climb above freezing now, and the snow that falls in regular intervals, slowly covers the dry, brown and grey ground in a fresh, clean white blanket.

One more trip to Raven and we'll be landlocked while the river freezes. Usually in late December we will be able to break a trail to Raven.


Frosty walk along the beach. The sun is low above the horizon. Soon, we'll loose it altogether on our side of the river. For three months, we will be without direct sun light.


Muddy ice crystals


First snow on the mountain peaks


A moose was scratching his antlers on this poplar