Home from Home

A picture's worth a thousand words, so this entry will be short. This is my boy holding a rainbow trout in front of our rented RV at Quartz Lake in interior Alaska two weeks ago. We just returned from the best visit to our former home state since it became our former home state.

I cannot write one more word before thanking and praising the good folks at Adventures in Alaska RV in Fairbanks. Suzanne, Bill, Debbie and Faith could not have been kinder or more generous to us and if you go to Alaska and don't rent an RV from them you should seek mental health counselling. That's all I have to say. Check them out.

We arrived home last evening so jet lagged that our eyes were crossed. It is almost two in the afternoon and the boys are still asleep -- dreaming of fish, I hope, and grizzly bears and caribou and moose and wolves and spongy tundra and open-hearted old friends and every other wild wonder we've spent the last two weeks falling in love with all over again.

The poet Robert Frost once defined home as "The place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." I believe there is more to it than that. Home should be the place where, when you go there, they don't have to take you in, but do anyway.

Thank you all our dear Alaska friends. We miss you every single day.