LIGHT TRAFFIC

I left Alaska a month ago, almost day for day. It was late October and Fairbanks was beginning its slow decent into deep-dark winter. The sun, which I’d seen pull effortless all-nighters in early August, was starting to get lazy, never showing much before 9:30 AM. It was getting cold, too, but not insane cold. [...]

To me, the Yukon has always been a mythical place. Two of my cousins were born and raised there, in a cabin with a wood stove, no running water and a three-legged dog named Amina. Growing up, I loved hearing hearing stories about life in the Yukon. There was my little cousin Andrée, bundled up [...]