Ditto on most of the above.
My first winter with my wife of 33 years comes to mind.
After a small fire (trailers go quick!) we took a job taking care of a lodge for the winter. Nestled deep in the Wrangles, fly in only, "the young adventurers dream". Supposed to have weekly "air support" (mail, groceries, contact in case of medical emergencies.
After the first week, we did not see da plane for two and a half months! Temps got down around minus 65 to 72 and stayed there. LOTS of wood got burned. We pretty much lived on Krustez pankakes and meat left by the fall hunting clients. Did I say we burned lots of wood? We also burned lots of wood. I spent most of my hunting time looking for wood to burn...
The country is VAST and the game can be soooo sparse, especially when the big chill clamps down.
I will say that life at that time was very, very simple. There were only two questions in mind....
"Will it burn or should I eat it?"
Well maybe three questions..."Where IS that darn plane!!"
All kidding aside, we had a good winter, trapped some fur, burnt some wood and managed to eat a half ton of pankakes. My wife to be was quite pregnant come springtime. Shoulda chopped more firewood I guess...
I do get out to the bush and hit my favorite spots to live the good life. Then I go back to my little home close to civilization where I do not have to chop quite as much wood (big lie there!)
Gardening is a hit or miss deal.
Boots? Five different pair. Bunny boots, rubber boots, leather boots, mukluks, Merrils, and my summertime wading shoes (I see some more lurking by the woodpile too.
In a week or so, I will load my 19 foot Grumman with gear and fuel, drive an hour or so, launch, and be "in the bush" just in time to chop some wood to make the teepee warm and perhaps cook up a pancake or two...
My best,
Scotty