Overhead, pelicans spiraled upward on their journey over the mountains to the Great Salt Lake.
When we returned home, it was time to go to the post office. Luke's friend, Stefan, came along for moral support.
Drum roll please...the box was opened.
The letter was there.
Friends came to lend support and to hear what the letter would say. Even the dogs seemed eager to know what was going to happen.
And then finally....what we'd all been waiting for... the call.
About as far north as you can go in N. America and still find people.
Congratulations, Luke. You'll be a terrific missionary.