In May I graduated from college and took a job at a fishing lodge in Alaska. There I lived in a small, secluded camp with a few fishing guides, of whom quickly became some of my best friends. After four months of whiskey-fueled cabin debauchery, heartache and adventure, I was drained. Arriving back in the lower 48 and returning to “normal” was more than I expected. Driving in traffic, even walking into a packed college bar was exhausting.
I had an insatiable urge to hide away, find my happy place again.
I was lucky enough to find just that, a caretaker’s cabin tucked away in Bridger Canyon, Montana on 50 beautiful acres of land. This is the story of my new adventure at the sage house.
Stay tuned, winter is coming!