Enantiodromia: Somewhere between Alzheimer's and Amnesia the truth surfaces

In the middle of the very first night alone Tim hears an awful sound. Not gnashing but a gnawing so loud it carries through the wall tent into the caretakers cabin. Now gnawing on its own in clear daylight with whomever or whatever visible in the act is acceptable. It doesnt evoke any imagination. You see it you believe it and after acknowledging it you move on or do something about it. Gnawing in the middle of the night; where many a bear rambles and ambles by even leaving a mark or two... way up on the lodges long legs holding up the large deck overlooking the lovely lake--takes on a different sound. A sound that when you wake up to well into the wilderness makes you wonder why you talk to yourself... asking and answering questions; What the hell is that?Is it in the cabin?No.Is it just outside the cabin.I dont think so but its so hard to tell the way sound carrys out here.Maybe Ill check.Maybe Ill just pull the bedcovers up more and hope it goes away.Then you hear it again and again as if whatever is making the noise has no care or concern that first; youre sleeping second you would like to go back to sleep and third you dont want to be woken up again. But the sound doesnt stop.I cant sleep now... what the hell is that what makes that kind of sound?Nothings trying to get in through the window.Nothing on the raft like deck; Ill have to step outside and take a look.He looks at the thirty-aught-six still sheathed in its scabbard by the door before stepping outside.Tims memories of The Yukon bring him back to his past and pave the way to his future.