The very shortest day of the year is upon us. Today I travelled up river for work. A four hour plane ride in some horrific winds. It was beautiful though. We transfer from flat tundra to spruce covered mountains. There's something magical about the Athabascan villages. They are so very different from my Yup'ik home and I fall in love with their scenery. Tall trees, gardens, chicken coops, sleddogs, and fenced log cabins. They are beautiful in a way that my home isn't. My home... is breathtaking. But theirs is terribly remonescent of the place I sometimes yearn to be.
