Have you ever thought about disappearing into the wild? Follow the tracks of author and adventurer Sam Ainsworth on his journey deep into the harsh reality of survival. Spending his life savings on a remote piece of land in Canada, the author confronts hungry bears, giant moose and extreme isolation. Alone in the forested mountains of Cape Breton, Sam attempts to build a wilderness cabin before the deadly cold of winter freezes the land. Call of the Mountain is a magnificent ode to the natural world, a thrilling story of resilience and a journey of a man searching for meaning. Sam writes beautifully about the struggles of the road less travelled and how we are all shaped by our aspirations and dreams. If you enjoyed Into the Wild, you will love this book! Excerpt from Chapter 7 "This was different. I was not camping for a night or two. This was my home. This was my kitchen, dining room and living room. My whole living zone had crumbs and faint traces of food everywhere. The last months of living, outdoor cooking, dishes and compost had created a buffet of smells that were going to be irresistible to Bobo. Also, he had already eaten my butter and eggs and would associate my camp with lip-smacking treats. I needed all the fuel I could eat to continue the hard physical work to build my home. Between cutting wood, building, hauling water, cooking, cleaning, and getting supplies I could not afford to pack up my whole kitchen and food three times a day. Good warm food was also the highlight of my long days. I cooked a meagre supper as night fell and the reaper held dominion over the valley. A large branch snapped out in the darkness. The entrails of clouds had cleared and a scarlet crescent moon hung over the western valley. I threw a rope over a branch of a maple and hoisted a pillowcase of dry goods and my food bucket high into the night sky. I washed my whole cooking area down with hot soapy water. I heard noises in the dark and knew Bobo was out there somewhere. I began preparing to defend myself and my home. I sharpened my long spear of rock maple and practiced throwing it a dozen times. I placed five solid heavy rounds of golden firewood, that I could grasp firmly with my hand, inside my half repaired tent. I put five more outside the door. This was going to be a very primitive defence. I was preparing for a battle I knew was coming."