06.12.2017
06.12.2017
Hatchets, Rivers, and Going Full Pyro
Steam rose from my enamelware coffee mug in front of the cold steel head of my Husqvarna hatchet and the warm fire crackled in the background. I looked over to see Iza shaving ribbons of hard maple from our small stockpile of wood, sitting next to her a giggling baby and a sweaty, cold can […]