What are you going to do about yourself?
I was on the drive north to our family cabin, sitting in the backseat with my dog as my father and older brother talked logistics of assembling wood duck boxes up in the front, and I kept thinking I didn’t really know them. Who are these people and why have I entrusted my life—or at least this afternoon by the Kettle River—to them? I resisted … Continue reading What are you going to do about yourself?