Going home...

Going home. All happy, a little dirty and a little tired. Looking forward to a hot shower and a shave. Not much fish this time, but enough to invite friends for a party of half-fermented trout in November. No sign of a single rein-deer. The old military vehicle climbed as a mountain goat. It was much more comfortable for Tassa, the dog, and the two of us to walk. The driver had more than enough to keep the vehicle on the track.