I’m sitting in the cozy living room of my friends’ Juneau back loop home, coffee in hand, looking out on a good 8 inches of fresh snow. Michelle and Aly used snowshoes to get home from work last night, and to get out again today. We haven’t pulled out snowshoes in several winters, and yet, here we are.
I’m glad it’s snowing at home. That means the deep freeze they’ve been in for a while will ease. The cabin water froze, as apparently did much in town. I’ll need to hit the ground running in that regard.
But, after two weeks in Washington, caring for my folks, I’m almost home. I scheduled an extra day in Juneau to finally visit with these friends, at whose house I often stay while they’re away. This time, they’re in town, so I’m taking a day to catch up with them before they move south later this year. Also, that positions me to take the later ferry tomorrow, so we don’t have to go out to the terminal so early in the morning.
“Nearly there” feels good enough at the moment. I feel like I’m in a decompression chamber, easing from the trip into the serenity of home. If I did it faster, I might hurt myself, maybe get psychological bends or something. My pace, and no doubt my pulse, is slowing as I approach my goal.
By the way, left Mom in better health than when I arrived—not that I can take credit for that, but I’m thankful she’s improving!