Micah Fields

Up here on the pass, traversing a corniced ridge, the wind is howling, full of thick, sideways-flying icy flakes, and you can hardly make out the pack bouncing in front of you. We are traveling in single-file, like intrepid grade-schoolers. Hatchets in hand, hunched under the weight of a decaying … Continue Reading

It is a new day and I’m in the truck headed north. A dusting of snow reveals a fresh pair of moose tracks — a cow and her calf — dotted across the highway’s centerline, disappearing into the borrow pit’s tangle of willows. A roadkill coyote stretches her frozen paws to the sky. My thermos is full … Continue Reading