Picture this: It’s a snowy night and you’re burrowed away in a cabin, 98 miles from Anchorage, on a lakefront spot, in a no-name town, where no roads lead. That morning, a small plane dropped you off (it’s the only way to get to
Winterlake), and after a day of snowshoeing and mushing on the Iditarod Trail, you’re bundled up on a rocking chair in front of a wood stove with a Jack London novel in hand, as you wait for the
northern lights to appear. It sounds almost too pleasant to be real, but this is the kind of experience owner Craig Dixon has in mind as he personally picks up Frontier State field guides, poetry books, and adventure memoirs to stock the six birch bookshelves in the resort’s wellness room. Bring it on, winter.