Ready or not, the kids came to school on Monday. Despite good intentions, there was still school construction going on (and still is) with a new roof, a few doors replaced by drywall and a fence around the playground.
This first week was consumed with getting to know each other and the routines.
When we’re not at school we’re at home. Our teacher housing is a little bigger than our former home here (a one-room cabin by the river).
We try to spend some time away from school and home–getting out for a walk. Last week was rainy, so folks had to pull their nets until the water went back down. Some people are up at fish camp–others have drying racks right on the banks of the river here.
There was one more fish ready to hang, but when Bonnie stopped by to talk, Lorena had her daughter pick out a nice male salmon for her dinner. Thank you. It was delicious.
The tundra is beginning to turn yellow already. Homer, Sr. was on the CB Saturday morning saying that the first caribou are gathering up by Bornite. He reminded everyone to be patient and let the first ones pass through; that way there will be caribou close by all winter for hunting.
Salmon running, berry picking, caribou gathering, school in session; it must be the end of August.