I’ve already blogged about my graduate student days in Chicago (click here for that post), which are partly to blame for Caroline in The Trickster’s Lover, the University of Chicago graduate student who gets involved with the Norse god Loki.
But what about Karen, the scientist in The Wolf’s Lover who spends the first part of the novel in a tent in Yellowstone National Park?
Well, it turns out I’ve also been backpacking in Montana, making me part of a very small Venn diagram.
Here’s a picture of me from – I think – the summer of 2006, when my husband and I took our dog Ruby backpacking in the Gallatin Mountains outside Bozeman, Montana.
No, this wasn’t the summer we lived in a tipi (click here for that story). So don’t let the massive backpack fool you into thinking we were actually hardcore.
Still, when I write about spending the night in a tent in grizzly bear country, I do actually know what I’m talking about.
While I didn’t see any bears or dream of any Norse gods on that trip, *sigh* we did hear wolves howl at night. Freaked the poor dog right the fuck out.
And, in case you’re wondering, Ruby the dog is still alive and well.
But we don’t make her carry her own backpack anymore.
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