Dyer's desk in Maine, where he lives on a country road in a rustic wooden house with the Androscoggin River literally flowing through his backyard, he has sketches of a pair of dancing, multicolored polar bears that will be inked into his forearm. He likes to think there's some kind of kinship between him and the bear that nearly killed him in Labrador, Canada, in the summer of 2013, although he knows deep down that it just wanted something to eat. A friend's theory: It picked him out from the group of seven campers because he snored loudest.

Memo to self: Do not snore anywhere near polar bears.