Greeted by the soft light of the amber evening sun, long shadows, the smell of horses and clean air, and the close rush of the Rio, now a foot lower on the bank than it was five days earlier as we were preparing to depart.
Home. Simple and pure. A little one room log cabin, now flanked by a storage shed and a simple deck of scrap wood connecting the two. There, where I stand in the morning sun and wash my dishes in two well worn steel tubs of water heated on the old cook stove.
We settle in, lighting the Coleman lantern and that old stove and feel very happy to be home. Home in all its simplicity. Home for now.
Away from the fancy Four Star hotel and restaurant fare served on real plates with cloth napkins with smiling faces who were used to strangers coming and going when I carried on with a sense of permanence, ever changing but understood by hotel staff.
Here, home, back where I can clear my mind with the sound of the river pulsing through the open door, the thin old panes of glass on closed windows. I stir the pot simmering on the stove, stuff in another chunk of wood, and stare out into the disappearing view. Close by, Gunnar runs in circles in his favorite patch of long, wet grass. His home. For a moment, he is wild, and I let him be.
We step out for our evening ritual of brushing teeth under the stars, a fine necessity when one is without indoor plumbing, and the smell of wood smoke lingers like a heavy incent, frankincense in the church at Christmas when I was a child.
My temple, I think now, as I stare up into the ever expanding array of stars, and the Milky Way sweeps liberally across and down to the south east in a cloud of open promises.
4 thoughts on “Return”
It’s good to read that Gunnar is feeling well enough to have what we call the “zoomies”!
Gunnar’s feeling better; I’m feeling worse. We need to take care of each other, don’t we? Congrats to your and Cody’s great success this weekend!
Back from a wonderful trip to the Black Hills, but had to work around the flooded parts of Nebraska, Iowa, S.D. Saw much and shared it with three young granddaughters (3 to 6). Rich memories.
Thanks for your great writing while we were gone. Love your insights!
Please tell Forrest congratulations from us. He is prepared to direct his way through this life, and you have raised him to become a responsible man at a young age. Not enough of that around these days. May Forrest be blessed as he begins the next chapter in his life.
Hope you are having a great summer so far. It is hot early here this year.
Carolyn and Maggie participated in a Therapy Dog parade event yesterday at a local sernior center, and had a great time. Carolyn found out that Maggie doesn’t appreciate motorcycles!
Have a restful 4’th. as we celebrate America and all she means!
I’m so glad you all had a wonderful trip in what I understand in a pretty beautiful part of our country. I loved the photos – especially the one of my Big friend on the Bigger horse! (You are going to love my Norman…)
I can’t wait to meet Carolyn and Maggie.
And yes, enjoy the upcoming celebrations for this amazing country we are all so fortunate to be a part of.