Tomorrow we head into Canada. Away from cell phone service. Don’t know about Internet. Tonight we are camped by a river in far northern Montana. Nancy is glorying in the abundance of water, by washing the truck. “Guess what I’m thinking as I wash,” she says. “ I don’t know,” I reply. “Maybe thinking of when you bathed Arian as a baby?”
“No,” she says. “OK, Maybe thinking of bathing me when I’m old?” I try again. “No, silly. I’m thinking of washing my horse here by the river.”

Lordy, I love this woman. There is no one else on earth with whom I could possibly do a trip like this.

OOOH, I just found a little more of that sauerkraut. I’m warming it over the fire with lots of cayenne. Hutterite kim chee.