Sometimes the journey home is longer than the miles traveled imply. This is such a time. I return with fresh air in my lungs and while I have rested and laughed, walked and eaten well, I can feel I never fully put down my weariness. I walked among the tall trees and sat by, and slightly in the river on one particularly hot afternoon. I didn't fish--but ate fish one night from Domke Lake...
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