The first eight hours in Arctic Village was a continuous roller coaster ride. This included finding camp unsuitable twice, angering two council members whom I had never met, witnessing a collision between a motorcycle and a four-wheeler that sent a teenage boy flying twenty- plus feet as he did a three-sixty and flipping the four-wheeler with two teenage girls on it--all of this while I was reacquainting myself with so many friends. By day's end I was reminded again what happens when there's too many white people in Arctic Village. I'm also reminded again of how many friends I have in this special place, because not too many white people could pull off what I've done today. My words carry so much weight because I care enough to show I care, year in and year out for my friends so far from my home.
Snow fall was constant the first week, but the greenhouse kept the seven hundred plus starts warm; it didn't do a thing for me! Our three-season tent provided so much ventilation with each corner being screen, in fact twice the snow was swirling in the tent with the same intensity as outside. Bringing the greenhouse was the single reason for such a successful start.
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