Alaska VII

I meet Alaska’s giant mutant mosquitos and satans’s microscopic mosquitos.

I am missing the haunting calls of coyotes in the night (what night). The yips and howls, when they start, make you reach for your pets, to be sure they aren’t on the menu. The night is noticeably devoid of their calls.

I can’t say I’ve heard from wolves either. I did see a nice wolf pelt (and black bear and beaver fur lined gloves) at a lonely diner, Th…