There are a number of Eve Gordons around: the one that contacted me is a film-maker.
She wants to make a documentary about my wilderness life. She will be coming to Nuk Tessli with me next summer. I had not met her before, but found her a most interesting and entertaining person. (I also had a volunteer staying with me at the same time: he was called, of all things, Adam! Does that mean I live in a Garden of Eden?)
The day Eve arrived, Adam and I were burning derelict sheds and other debris at Ginty Creek.
The weather continued cold in the morning and gorgeous in the afternoon. But the colours have gone from the trees and a rim of ice fringes the river.
Eve stayed at the motel in Tatla Lake. One morning she was having breakfast at the restaurant when a couple came in all excited about seeing a black wolf on the road. As she drove the 40 minutes to my place, she saw the black wolf, but now it was dead, run over by a vehicle. Whereas I hate to think of things getting hurt, once it is dead, it is compost. I am fascinated by all natural architecture and have quite a collection of animal skulls so Eve and I rushed back in my pickup to see if we could get it. Right at the spot was an yellow Interior Roads truck. I managed to stop the driver from continuing and asked him what he had done with it. He had tossed it well away from the road down a steep bank to let the wild creatures dispose of it. So Eve and I had to drag it up again. It was quite a small wolf – it’s rear end was horribly mangled but the fur and head were prime. Its feet were beautiful. The skull is simmering as we speak: soon I will be able to pick it clean and add it to my bone shelf.
A white wolf skin featured at a benefit last weekend at Tatla Lake. A couple in the community had sudden, unexpected financial problems. So there was a potluck dinner, an auction, and a dance held for them. Items for the auction included: the white wolf skin; two rifles (one brand new and one missing a lot of parts); a trailer load of firewood, a truck load of manure; a hand-made quilt; a spectacular helicopter ride; and two different romantic weekends at local resorts. Everybody knew everybody so it was a great deal of fun. A bunch of cowboys came in late from Nimpo Lake. A couple were quite inebriated – I wonder if they were aware, the next morning, what they had bid on…..
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