We arrived in Missoula on November 13, just when we’d planned, and with no breakdowns or collisions with wildlife on the lonely, snowy road from Alaska. We came with the clothes on our backs and what could fit into our modern equivalent of the Conestoga wagon…skis and snowshoes, bikes, computer, a few treasured photos and 12 cases of smoked salmon. The essentials.
Within a week we were in a new place–barren but with lots of potential for becoming a home.
Much to our delight we found that the thrift shops here are treasure troves, not junk shops.
Yes. Home at last.