Back home again. I'm not totally thrilled to be home because it means summer is winding down, and the routines of work/school begin again. I don't do well with routines. On the plus side we had a fantastic trip south. The visit with family and friends was great and the weather couldn't have cooperated any better. Our car even performed admirably and now can claim bragging rights to a ridiculously large odometer reading of 430000km.
Our normal trip south out of the Yukon takes us down the Stuart-Cassiar highway. We left Whitehorse amidst heavy rainfall warnings and light snow at the high elevations through the Stuart-Cassiar. Our return trip was a little different because we had to take the long way home due to the closure of the Cassiar because of fire.
But we are home. We have one less kid though. Our girl stayed down south in Burns Lake for an extended visit with Tanya's family. I miss her a lot; her happy ways, her talk of books and plans and crazy fun with her friends. There was a useful side-effect to her staying down south however. It allowed me to bring home my new-to-me anvil. It's a well used, 160 pounder which Tanya's Grandpa graciously passed on to me. So that's one less thing to try and scrape together for the forge.