Loss Of Wolves

Personal memory by Anna Smukler

2014Muskoka, ON, Canada

I have spent part of every summer for 40 years in Muskoka Ontario. In the early years, every night around midnight we would hear the wolves howl together, in some kind of wild, wolfy harmony. They would gather after the huge freight train laden with logs from farther north would pass on its way south. It is hard to describe how thrilling it was to be part of this wild, nighttime landscape; how privileged we felt. We stopped hearing the wolves years ago, although the trains still continue their deliveries of northern logs to the south.