Life is truly hitting normalcy, even for the fact that we’re in the middle of nowhere. For miles in all directions there is just hinterlands, vast unconquered acres of woodlands stretch as far as one can see. And in the middle of all of this wilderness; I sit, in a classroom, teaching kids. It’s a strange feeling to be surrounded by pure wilderness on a daily basis and know that all roads leads no where. I’ve walked all option and short cuts in this small town, they all circle around each other. All shortcuts and trails lead to the same place, here. Only on longer snowmobile excursions to go ice fishing do we really leave this area. That is not to say I’m complaining, it’s beautiful here. But I find myself wandering, my legs need it. At times I find myself walking the ice road for no other reason but to gain some distance beneath me. This is a place to feel truly alone, to feel as insignificant at a snowflake in a snowstorm. As I walk the ice road in the frigid weather, it’s easy to forget that I’m not on solid ground. Every so often a large crack in the ice grants me the ever so unsettling reminder that beneath me is a certain doom. This is an unforgiving place, the cold takes no prisoners.