This update is long overdue; I’ll try to keep it short and sweet.
There was a movie night, origami, kindergarten and Gr. 12 grad, boating trips to buffalo narrows (complete with eagle spotting), a quick jaunt over to pinehouse (with two sweet dillon kids in tow, who had a blast btw), rebuilding a sweat, many impromptu soccer games (naturally, when affronted with the ‘don’t worry she’s just a girl’ remark, I had to prove a point to those boys that even girls can play some darn good defense. I earned a lot of respect that day, and a couple of bruises), swimming and wiener roasting at pilgrimage (I personally undertook the mission to see that any kid still dry was not for long), and a night quad trip to the sand dunes (I may have squawked once or twice. But will adamantly deny that some of those cliffs scared me), learning to make bannock from the master (apparently my attempts are quite amusing haha), a road trip to s’toon (consisting of the ‘shortcut’, 2 flat tires, blasting some AC/DC and Black Rain tunes, arriving at 3 am and leaving by noon), and a visit from a breakdancing crew.
Treaty days deserves a paragraph on its own. 6 days. No showers. Raining nearly the entire time. Tent swapping to seek drier domains. The 2hr/7man construction of a tent which we hauled fully assembled back to dillon b/c no one wanted to build that thing again. Swallowing many many fish flies. 4 am tent conversations. Mud bog tug-of-war. Smooshing relay (I never want to see banana cream pudding again). Scavenger hunts. Jail-N-Bail. Bear sightings (just what I wanted to see on my morning trip to the trusty ol’ outhouse). Jigging and square dancing every night. Soccer. Subbing for softball (I told them I hadn’t played in ages!). Volleyball. Fireworks. Brief visit from the dean. And the list goes on.
Coming to a close, Monday marks the end of our time in Dillon. For now.
I have made many friends here. Learned many new things about the people here, about the culture, and about myself. It’s difficult to say where things will go from here or where I will find myself but I have a feeling that Dillon will draw me back often.
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