The wolf is no longer stuck to the trail, as it was when the dog musher drove her reluctant team over it. Now covered with snow, the frozen animal is a few steps away, beneath small spruce trees near the South Fork of the Chena River. The only exposed part of its body - a bushy tail - points to the sky.
If you're reading this column, you've probably got some interest in beer. I'm excited to be able to contribute to the Capital City Weekly's informative content, but I'm more excited to be able to have another pulpit from where I can expound on the virtues of great beer, not only across Alaska (where it's undeniably the most exciting), but on beer from around our foam-rich globe.