In his mind’s eye, my husband sees himself tromping through the Alaska wilderness, a caribou leg slung over his shoulder and a fine sled dog running up ahead.
We are not of like minds. It isn’t the first time. Meanwhile, he dons his giant hiking boots to slog through Milwaukee’s two inches of snow to his office on the 7th floor. It’s all fine. But here’s the life we could have had had we had the gumption to go there. Read all about it in Blue Gill Meets Caribou.