Oh, I don't do dog-sledding, too much work to maintain.
I hop in my float plane from my remote cabin and fly into the "big city", landing just a block from the office where I can walk from the dock. Then on the way home, I stop at a local lake to throw in a line and catch dinner. Then I wrestle a bear who wants to take my fish, skin the carcass so I can keep the hide for my new winter coat that I am sewing from twine I made from intestines. After dinner, I'll pan for gold at the stream next to my cabin to augment my paycheck and PFD so I can continue to afford to live in Alaska.
Does that sound more like the Alaska on TV?
My reality is far more boring....
