In the frozen darkness of January Rachelle and Margaret Atsin came to stay with us.
The plan was for them to keep the girls and I company while Berwyn was on ranger patrol.
Four months later and they are still here much of the time.
We've fixed up a yurt for them and set it just down-ridge from the house.
They've fallen into the rhythm of family and the forest farm.
(One year ago, at the turn of 2016, Rachelle posted on facebook that she dreamed of raising her daughter in a yurt on a farm in the Yukon.)
And for myself, she has been the best medicine for my isolation.