I once stood on a sled pulled by 8 honest dogs past the tracks of wolves circling a winter bound moose. Now I follow a small poodle mix over land around Juneau Alaska still rebounding from glacial ice. It’s still new country, from the earth’s point of view, wedged between ocean and ice fields. Aki has little to say. I usually describe what can be seen from the trails we use but have been known to wander off to write about the eclectic.