It’s going down to 6 degrees tonight. Ten of us are huddled together in a gazebo, near Gravelbourg SK reinforced by tarps against the wind and cold. It’s a full moon. tipiskaw-pisim in Cree. We’re in the dark listening to drum songs and songs from a local theatre piece about the Cypress Hills Massacre. This pilgrimage is about the Frenchman’s Trail, but the suppressed history of the First Nations is never far from us.
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I hope you brought a tuque!
I did! And used it!