In this short story (1908 version) by Jack London, a man travels alone – but for a husky dog – along Canada’s Yukon trail, at less than -55 degree weather. I won’t say more, other than that reading this story as a young girl left me traumatized. I may still be getting over it.
“A highlight of the month of December for my sisters and me, growing up in New York City in the…
“She ordered me a lemonáda. For the next few weeks during that hot confusing summer, many years ago, this…
“Just follow.” He took off, pushing the larger ferns from his face. There were two paths to choose from, both…
