Another weekend of stollen, ice roads, and the magic valley
Two and a half months since our last visit and it felt like a lifetime of change in between.
"I feel like you've turned a corner, in more ways than one."
Some of the very best, the most raw and deep in my heart moments over the last 7 years here were birthed in the just days between cross country flights at ungodly hours inclusive the misery of 6 hours on Q400s. The winter walk with glühwein, the Zehabesha takeaway nights, the hysterical laughter and genuine weirdness that only two of the closest friends share, and endless, endless tea and coffee consumption.
A few aurora chases and new-to-us-both ice road drives with sweets and coffees made it all too perfect.
Besties.
