Not even the November-like weather managed to dampen the incredible sense of community during Sasquatch Days. Though some wore mittens and others wore blankets, laughter and good natured jokes competed with warm welcomes and happy hellos. Colorful, stunning regalia defined months and sometimes even years of loving hand work. Hugs enveloped children as they greeted Aunties,Uncles and Grandparents.
As everyone seated themselves for the performance at the Memorial Hall, the Drummer welcomed us with the words ”We are all Canadians.”
Drumbeats echoed heartbeats and dancing feet quickened to the drama created by song and drum. All were welcomed into the First Peoples traditions and their commitment to past, present and future.
The usually elusive and reclusive Sasquatch made a shy appearance, as did his Cousin from Yale. The smell of Salmon barbequing and Bannock cooking over open flame permeated the air. War Canoes lined the beach while truly committed paddlers cheered on their favorite teams. Sasquatch Days are back and I for one, can’t wait for next year!