After living in Vancouver for three years I’d become accustomed to people giving me strange looks if I smiled at them in the elevator or while waiting in line for a coffee. When I returned home to the Yukon it was a pleasure to rediscover its camaraderie and community. People band together to help one another and make everyone’s life just that little bit easier.
We retired to our kitchen for a bowl of homemade broccoli cheddar soup and marveled over how quickly we had completed the task. It reminded me of an Amish barn-raising, and we offered to help everyone out with their next wood delivery.
Thanks to our friends and neighbours for all your help! You know who you are!
