No exploration of Whitehorse could possibly be complete without a visit to 91 Teslin, the house where my Mom has kept the home fires burning for my sibs and I since the 1970's. Thinking of it conjures up a line from Out of Africa, after Karen returns home for a period of time: "Denmark had become a stranger to me . And I to her. But my mother's house I came to know again. I knew I would come back to it. Sick or well. Sane or mad. Someday. And so I did."
And so I have been coming back to 91 Teslin over the years in various stages of life, solvency and sanity - most recently to do my laundry about a week ago.
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