Homecoming

We stopped to say, “We’re back,” and to pick up the house key. They invited us to stay for vegetarian pizza, Cheryl busy in the kitchen chopping up home-grown peppers, tomatoes, and onions, but it was already dark and we were tired, and after two and a half months on the road, we were anxious to get home. They understood.

We knew we would come home to a warm cabin, Richard had started a fire in the woodstove earlier in the day – a welcoming gift in itself – but little did we know we would be welcomed by a basket full of good things to eat and a bundle of kindling to keep the fires going. We opened the bottle of sparkling apple cider to celebrate our homecoming, and the generous friends who made our long journey possible. We went looking for hope, and find it here – in Kitwanga – with friends like Richard and Cheryl.
... P. L. Morningstar

Woodcock Mountain from our front door.