|That's our town, Haines, Alaska.|
|Sweet Baby Onyx Jean|
Endless running around, fueled by moose and salmon, jumping around town in a massive diesel truck, sun streaming down, trampoline afternoons and evening fires, racing around behind a nine-year-old on a four-wheeler, countless hugs from the kids I love and never ending snugs, familiar faces around every corner, mountains in every backdrop, nights out in the tent, hiking with a babe strapped on the back, lunch on the beach, dinner on the porch, snack in the yard, napping to the sound of eagles, drinking straight from mountain streams between fiddle-head bites, blueberry stained faces, dirty knees, baby chicks hatching, sips of homemade ginger soda, steep gravel and dirt roads, laughing more in a week than I have in the last few months combined and families who love me as one of their own, just as I am, and welcome me home.
Back in Alaska for a visit.
|View from one of the homes I lived in with twelve other humans.|
|My niece, Pearl, enjoying the swing. Shortly after, I put her in the pack on my back and she fell fast asleep -- out for the night.|
|My favourite, favourite Ellen. Love this woman. All laughs for the first ten minutes of our reunion.|
|View from the tent when I woke up this morning.|
|Breakfast with Pearl.|
|Dani & Onyx Jean|
|Evening fire complete with s'mores and fine company.|