Life in the big timber camps was tough even under the best of circumstances. But when a murderer invaded their space, things got worse, a lot worse. Scooter Sherman made his way from camp to camp, killing, cheating and lying and using his wits to keep ahead of the law. But one day, his luck ran out.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
In my book "A River of Seasons" I write about the weather that defined the northern part of Minnesota. The hardest time was winter. The cold, the wolves, the boredom of long nights all played a part in the harshness of winter.
It wasn't all cold and gloom though. You could watch a young child dress and go out to play when it was twenty below. He'd look around and within just a few minutes he was having fun, throwing snowballs or sliding down a big hill on a sled.
So you see, winter was just as much fun as summer, you just had to dress warmer.