John (one of the teachers up here) just bought a new 4-wheeler and he's pretty excited about it. He and Nick (another teacher) decided that they wanted to go fishing after church last Sunday. They invited Katie (another teacher) and I to go with them. Well, we thought that sounded like a good idea, so we borrowed poles and joined them. I actually caught my first fish ever. . . . but we have no proof. See, the boys had talked to someone who told them about some tables to clean fish on and a place to cross the creek. We loaded our fish into a big tub and went in search of the tables. We found the tables, but John must have misunderstood where to cross the creek. We were at the mouth of the creek, where it meets the Norton Sound. As we started across, I felt the 4-wheeler shift and thought, "Oh no," and then we all went in the water. So, there we are, chest-deep in the Norton Sound, trying to keep this 4-wheeler from tipping over, because it's half-balanced on a sandbar. My camera? In my pocket. Nick's camera? In his pocket? Our fish? Floating away.
Luckily for us, there were a couple of guys fishing just up the creek who saw what happened, and came to help us out. They pulled the 4-wheeler out of the water and then towed us back to the village because John couldn't get his machine to work.
My camera doesn't work anymore; neither does Nick's. The 4-wheeler is fine. John, Katie, and I took it out berry-picking last night. The fish? Well, the same guys who helped us out, found the fish washed up about a mile down the shore and returned it to John. We're pretty lucky. No one got hurt, the 4-wheeler still runs, we got our fish back, etc. So many more things could have gone so very wrong. It was quite the adventure. . . . and we can laugh about it now! That's why I love living in Alaska!
Luckily for us, there were a couple of guys fishing just up the creek who saw what happened, and came to help us out. They pulled the 4-wheeler out of the water and then towed us back to the village because John couldn't get his machine to work.
My camera doesn't work anymore; neither does Nick's. The 4-wheeler is fine. John, Katie, and I took it out berry-picking last night. The fish? Well, the same guys who helped us out, found the fish washed up about a mile down the shore and returned it to John. We're pretty lucky. No one got hurt, the 4-wheeler still runs, we got our fish back, etc. So many more things could have gone so very wrong. It was quite the adventure. . . . and we can laugh about it now! That's why I love living in Alaska!
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