Maciek decided to grow a beard while I was away in the field. Here is three weeks of progress:

Yup, that’s it folks. That’s all we’ve got.
Faye and Maciek's Adventures in the frosty Canadian North
Maciek decided to grow a beard while I was away in the field. Here is three weeks of progress:

Yup, that’s it folks. That’s all we’ve got.
Just FYI: as promised I updated jail guarding post with photos. If you wanna see the interior of a remote northern holding cell, check out that old post:
I went out for a midnight hunt up the winter road with one of the other white guys in town.

A few months ago hunting was easy (well, easier). You could just drive up the road keeping your eyes open for animals. Even if you walked, the ground was firm, the air was crisp, you could make good progress. Not so any more.
When the snows melt, the land around here become bog. I’d heard of bog before I moved here, but didn’t really understand it. I remember reading that it’s hard to cross, maybe in the context of a party of hobbits attempting to do it or some such, and remember wondering what’s so hard about crossing land and shallow water?
Let me enlighten you about bog.
Still, despite the hardships, it’s pretty awesome out there. I’ll make an effort to head out into the bog more often, and hopefully get some better bog photos to post.