Apparently on her connecting flight from Bethel to Quin the part where it starts to sink in as to where your are headed, when they walk you out onto the tarmac amidst the 'plane parking lot' much like a rental car lot, and lead you to your chariot where you have to mount up helping each other climb and struggle to get situated in the aircraft not much bigger than a Honda Civic. It was then as Niki sat stuffed in the back of a little 6 seater puddle jumper with her 3 year old daughter stashed up in the front by her 10 year old son and husband, when the pilot hollered back, "Buckle Up". Niki, after sometime searching for her safety harness gave up and hollered back that she couldn't find hers. To which he answered nonchalantly, "You have to use the rope." Rope? Oh Dear Lord Help Me she thought, she had wondered what the baling twine tied to her seat was for... welcome to the bush.
So anyway at about a quarter to 7 we ended our reminiscing and I herded the kiddos out the door and headed for church where we (Mac and I) sang "I'll Fly Away" bluegrass style complete with guitar (Mac), electric banjo(John Teddy one of our great Paras) and mandolin(Jim). We were beckoned to the front of the church just after a small black and white village dog zinged in and streaked down the aisles and around the pews trying to out run the young man who wrangled (above Mac, Jim, John practicing in our room)him out the door (reminded me of that Ray Stevens song "When the Squirrel Went Berserk in the 1st Self Righteous Church..." etc...) and a mere 2 hours after various people had been sharing in Yupik about the gentleman who passed away. We were a little concerned as we hadn't realized it was kind of like a memorial service. But John Teddy was related to him and he had arranged the whole thing so we went on with it. It turned out very nice and uplifting I think. The church here reminds me of the old Bethesda Lutheran Church that all my cousins grew up in and I tagged along with them in the summers when we'd get to spend (right the beach high tide)a week tearing around on Gram and Gramp's farm. Also it is like the Off Lake Church up at the lake, which on summer days spent with Gram and Grampa we'd visit if the weather for the boat ride across was fair. And finally it reminds me of The River Church which is the daughter church of Hayward Wesleyan. It amazes me how you can not even know people and places ever existed then suddenly if they know the Lord and you know the Lord you can feel as though you've known them forever. That's how it feels here. Anyway, the day is ending with a walk past the fish plant with Ani and watching the sun set on the Bering Sea. It just seemed like quite the spectrum of experiences in the short time I've been awake and alert, all things considered. Hope you are having an adventurous but not 'One Of Those Days' yourself!