Fall along the Porcupine River. The Porcupine pours into the Yukon a few miles from our village. From there it whips its way like a snake all the way to Canada. I love the Porcupine, and one of my hopes is to travel its distance someday, fishing all the way. All the trees here remind me of your place, Evelyn. We have our spruce and aspen and willow, you have your pine and sweet gum and oak. This picture reminds me of a spearhead. Merry Christmas, auntie, to you and yours!