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Hanging with a Thousand People in the Bush

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That’s the bush of Deer Lake, Ontario; population near 1,000; no roads leading out. Here I stay for two weeks with my brothers and sisters the Meekises. Already I have been out fishing twice, attended a memorial feast, played numerous games of Sorry, and celebrated Canada Day with native Canadians. (Sorry, U.S.A., I know it’s your birthday today, but I scarcely thought of you.)

I have a friend who is touring Europe right now, seeing sights that are venerated by Western eyes: libraries and cathedrals and concert halls, places where ancient armies have risen and fallen, where leaders of nations have sat in counsel, where millions of tourists have come and gone. While those are sights I would love to see, I cannot help but think that the sights I am seeing now are far more rare. Surely not more than a couple of hundred thousand eyes have seen this country since the beginning of time.

I wonder if the people who live here have any idea how beautiful their country is. (I suspect they do, and that is why they do not move out to places with roads and shopping centers and cheaper amenities.) They point out landmarks to me like I might point out passing towns in my country: there is the beach we used to swim, there is the hill where we pick blueberries, there is the island covered with bird droppings that someone thought was an old man with white hair fishing in the rain–a story we still laugh about whenever we see it.

Today is the first day of Bible school, which I will help teach. I hope we get lots of children, because children are precious. I want every one to learn about Jesus.

And now, pictures.

Flying in with Norm from Northern Youth Programs.
Flying in with Norm from Northern Youth Programs.
Pretty much all you see from the air is lakes and trees, and trees and lakes.
Pretty much all you see from the air is lakes and trees, and trees and lakes.
Canada Day celebrations
Canada Day celebrations

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Refuge from the rain.
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New hands and worn hands
Fishing my first night out.
Fishing my first night out.
There is nothing in the world like fresh-caught fish cooked over a fire.
There is nothing in the world like fresh-caught fish cooked over a fire.

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I have never seen anything so beautiful as this evening on the lake.
Boating back home.
Boating back home.
Moose for the baby feast.
Moose for the baby feast.
And here is the lucky baby, Angel, with her mother Kristen.
And here is the lucky baby, Angel, with her mother.
For the record, I did catch fish. Too bad they were all small jackfish, good only to throw back into the water to grow some more. No one around here will eat the small pike because they are too bony.
My second trip out. For the record, I did catch fish. Too bad they were all small jackfish (also known as pike) like the one above. No one around here will eat them because they are too bony.
Now here's a fish.
Now here’s a fish.
Adam's catch was almost as big as he was.
Adam’s catch was almost as big as he was.
Mine were the jagged, lopsided fillets.
Mine were the jagged, lopsided fillets. :)
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Preparing our supper.
Until next time.
Until next time!

10 thoughts on “Hanging with a Thousand People in the Bush”

    1. Lucinda J

      I’m glad. Have been so busy here in the north, I haven’t had time to answer my comments. :) Good to hear from you and glad you enjoyed the post.

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    1. Lucinda J

      I saw the northern lights for the first time the other night, and saw the loons mating dance. It is truly a beautiful place.

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