When we arrived in Yellow Pine, our friends Jeff and Ann were helping Nickie and Merle build a log house. Nickie, above, sprays some of the logs with borate, a preservative.

"Log in the air," rang out whenever the boom lifted one of the trunks to bring it into place.

Jeff positions a log to roll into place. Each one is individually cut to fit perfectly over the one below.

Two of the volunteers on the log cabin construction crew drill the logs into place.

Merle saws off the end of a log to level it for a post in the living area of the house.

The road to Big Creek Lodge.

A view of Big Creek.

The grass airport at Big Creeck, lined with planes that hopscotch among the high-mountain airports.

The original sign from the Big Creek Lodge.

The Big Creek Lodge, where we had meatloaf sandwiches on the deck for lunch.

A bear gives me the evil eye in the lobby of the Big Creek Lodge.

Some wildlife that gave their lives to decorate the lobby of the Big Creek Lodge.

The wall that held the television and speakers, and now has a few unsightly holes.

Ann burning barnwood for her art piece.

Ann routing the frame for the art piece, moments before routing her pinky.

Ann, with her injured finger wrapped in purple, poses with the work of art she created for our holy wall.

A close-up of the work of art, made from barn wood, with a box for my phone and pens, some vintage pieces of metal, including a bottle opener, a doorknob and a three-pronged hook, as well as a knob with an image of the world, a nod to our nomadic wanderings, and a metal mouse, commemorating the many that lost their lives in pursuit of a plague-free rolling home.

Jeff's Covid hair, which he vows not to cut until after the election.

Jeff and Ann making Jeff's famous five-alarm salsa.

"Salsa in the blender," is probably as important a safety note as "Log in the air."

A barrel of salsa, some of which left with us.

As for me and my house, we will serve tacos.

Huckleberry margaritas in Ann's glass cowboy boot mugs.

The Epic Van heading away from Yellow Pine along the South Fork of the Salmon River, with smoke from local fires hanging low.