Foreword: Into the Wild

Teal is frying salami in our snowcave, as is the tradition, the primal aroma curling through the small, icy enclosure. Fried salami is her “invention.” Three or four years ago, in another snowcave, she inexplicably wanted bacon for breakfast and being a good dad I’d packed only oatmeal.

“Oatmeal tastes like cardboard,” she said, whereupon she