First Day Greetings from a Fox
The Brown fox stared. His dark eyes focused steadily on me as I tried to walk by. “If a fox comes toward you it is likely rabid” a native had told me in Alaska. Desperately, I vigorously rang my bear bells. It worked, almost. The fox sauntered right in front of me strolling leisurely into the woods. As he passed I noticed the large piece of freshly killed blood soaked meat secured firmly between his teeth. It was obvious this s skinny creature was more interested in eating his breakfast than gnawing at me.
My walk has now officially started. I am near Dease lake, B.C. headed north on the lonely Stewart- Cassiar highway. In another day I will drive to Watson Lake, Yukon where I ended my last stage of this walk in 2008. Then I head south again.