I come back here every year. It is my place in the summertime. I can already see the maize climbing the hillside. It will feed my family for many months. I will take care of this blessing from Mother Earth, as Mother Earth takes care of me. I turn back to the present day's work. My family and I must set up our living arrangements before it is too dark. We keep this cycle going every year, moving from place to place month to month. I know it will stay the same forever. Me, my family, and the wilderness season after season.