Here I am, in Anaktuvuk Pass, where the 80 degrees that everyone tells me had warmed this tiny community in the midst of the Brooks Range just the day before I arrived has yielded to wind and ice-cold rain, which is now turning to snow. This would be okay, except that Rainey and B-III had planned to wed outside, up in the mountains, with caribou and other Iñupiat foods cooking all around, and this weather is not conducive to that.
As for me, I am having technical problems between my computer and the local wireless signal. I am momentarily on a borrowed laptop, with none of my photos in it. It just may be that I will not be able to make a full-fledged, illustrated, post until I return to Wasilla, probably either late Wednesday or Thursday.
Yesterday, I went to the community Memorial Day gathering at the village cemetery. It was beautiful and there was much good food. I saw the graves of some old friends. Even though I knew they had passed on, it was a surprise and it took me back a bit to see their names written upon the varnished wooden crosses that now stand over them.