Nice lyrics and appropriate to the query. It speaks to the remote wilderness theme and paints an honest picture.
Though these uber remote off-the-gridder's appreciate a good Stratocaster guitar, I can't see them getting into the trappings of replica watchdom.
Just to clarify, I'm not talking about people living in Alaskan towns. I'm talking about way off wilderness full time cabin living in the black darkness of a snow buried season. No company, no gazing upon gods majestic Alaskan glories. Just cold dark unrelenting unforgiving cruel lonely winter. Not sure that qualifies for special. Isn't it like wasting away in Abaddon for a season? And what motivates someone to this extreme?