INCIDENTS OF My TRAVELS to
UNEXPECTED PLACES
NEVER SEEKING ADVENTURE YET ADVENTURE FINDS ME
PROLOGUE
I am awakened by the sounds of scratching. Paws scraping against loosened topsoil on a frozen ground. The sound is unmistakable; a bear. No. Sounds more like three bears, two adults and the hungry mews of a cub; they dig seeking nourishment to sustain them during hibernation. It is a cold November night and here in the wilds of Alaska the coming winter makes scavengers of us all. Us with a recent acquisition of venison and them, unfortunately, the discarded deer pelts that we foolishly buried just outside of the tent. The shallow dig must have attracted them.
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I have always ended up in unexpected places. So I present a collection of my tales told over the years. Places that due to circumstances I might never go on my own accord. Categories
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