ABSTRACT
I got back to Seattle without incident, but it was not the way I had imagined it would be. It was not that I wasn’t glad to see my folks. I was. But somehow they had changed, or so it seemed to me. I found that I could not talk to them about the things I had seen or done, not even to Madge. I did not realize it until later, of course, but it was I who had changed. Only with Mr. Walker, who had also been to Alaska, could I establish any sort of rapport, and that didn’t last too long. There were too many years between us.
