Kirsten and I have begun the process of settling into our beautiful three-bedroom house. I am sitting at my desk, beside a window that shows all midnight hues now but hours before filtered the shimmering Lake Athabasca through birchy yellow-green leaves.
If you ever have the opportunity to fly Transwest Air, you should do it. No lines, no question about cargo or baggage or luggage arriving safely, and as the plane is bording, the friendly attendant is likely to recognize you and make sure you get on the plane. Flying over Northern Saskatchewan is difficult to describe—in the early morning haze, perhaps like a felt fabric ocean speckled with pools of mercury. Here—spruce forest and rocky outcrops mottled by lakes stretching beyong the limits of human imagination.
In the short time we have been here, three people have acted as tour guides, each of them pointing out different features of the town. Though the community will be out of gasoline for some time, we had no trouble getting help driving our half-ton of supplies to our house.
Tomorrow, we will pick blueberries from the vast swaths of bushes that stretch for miles behind the school. A gentleman who was born and raised here has offered to take us fishing on Sunday.
If this is the craziest thing that we've done so far, then it's good to know that crazy people seldom know that they are.
Time to go see if we can see some Northern Lights.
If you ever have the opportunity to fly Transwest Air, you should do it. No lines, no question about cargo or baggage or luggage arriving safely, and as the plane is bording, the friendly attendant is likely to recognize you and make sure you get on the plane. Flying over Northern Saskatchewan is difficult to describe—in the early morning haze, perhaps like a felt fabric ocean speckled with pools of mercury. Here—spruce forest and rocky outcrops mottled by lakes stretching beyong the limits of human imagination.
In the short time we have been here, three people have acted as tour guides, each of them pointing out different features of the town. Though the community will be out of gasoline for some time, we had no trouble getting help driving our half-ton of supplies to our house.
Tomorrow, we will pick blueberries from the vast swaths of bushes that stretch for miles behind the school. A gentleman who was born and raised here has offered to take us fishing on Sunday.
If this is the craziest thing that we've done so far, then it's good to know that crazy people seldom know that they are.
Time to go see if we can see some Northern Lights.
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