For just 8 hours of flying time the trip, door to door, from Texas to my cabin ended up taking 31 hours. This was caused mostly by an overnight stay in town after I landed, if you can call, 3:45am to 8:30 am an overnight stay. Then retrieving my truck, having breakfast and running around for water, supplies and picking up almost a months worth of mail. Then dealing with warmer temperatures and a decent amount of snow coming down made for a little slipping and sliding on the drive home. The one road, yes there is only one road North from Fairbanks, was in surprisingly good shape. I am sure it is not because of the few people that live out along it, but because without it Prudhoe bay would soon run out of……well everything, without the big rigs running supplies up this very road.
Then I ignored the lack of sleep and unloaded the truck into a nice warm cabin. This warm welcome was because my neighbors Kara, Rose and Paul came up and started the stove a few days ago, I thank them for the ‘warm’ greeting. I should mention that our resident raven, ‘Bob’, stopped by to welcome me and as I unloaded my suitcases and supplies he broke into the bags of meat I stored in the bed of my truck to keep cold. Looks like I will be a vegan for quite a few days.
Now as I look out my cabin window past my truck, the snow is still slowly coming down. In my minds eye I see the grand children playing in the yard back in Texas. At times almost hearing my grandson Kai repeating the word, hole, and pointing to a spot on the top of the fish tank. A mystical place, special only to him and I, that we shared. Whenever we would see each other, after an absence, no matter how short, he would run to the fish tank finger pointing to “our” hole… maybe it was a vortex in the space time continuum where he could see me at my cabin in another point in time??? All I know is whenever he did that I would get that feeling of joy and happiness at sharing something special with the one you love.