Call of the Wild
Blue-shell mussels call to me from their bath of olive oil, garlic, and a salty dollop of Kachemak Bay, the large body of water I hear smoothing out the stone beach below. The bay wedges into the southwest side of Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula, my wilderness haven for the next five days. My luggage consists of a computer and a medium duffel bag, which feels too light. I spend much time playing and working in the wilds.