I have never been away from any of my kids for four months, not seeing him was hard, but harder still was the limited ability to communicate, waiting for him to call home every few weeks or catching him on Facebook for a few minutes, as they had limited internet access, run by a generator. In today's world I am use to keeping in touch almost daily, I am spoiled and missed him so much. It is good to see him sitting next to me in the car! He looks good, healthy, and happy to see me and his dog. Jordan's home!
I am full of questions and he is full of stories. Stories about bears and 12-foot moose, rabbits and foxes. Stories about the weather the boats, his small yellow school bus and the four wheeler he drove in the village hauling gallons and gallons of propane and supplies for camp. Stories about the river and the camp, the clients and how it never really got dark. Stories about the natives and the way they live, their isolated small village, their traditions, their poverty and the friendships he developed with them. Stories about the crew and how they worked hard, had fun and of the relationships he formed with them, their love for fishing bonding them all. And of course fish stories, lots of fish stories! Jordan's home!