News travels fast in a small town. But sometimes small town news is weird. I got this text message earlier this week:
“Some guys walked by and said there is a dead muskox down by the beach!”
Of course I grabbed my camera and ran right down. It turns out it was just a dead bison (a muskox would have been more exciting), probably washed downriver from around Fort Simpson.
Apparently news of fiddle club has spread too, because I also got this text message this week:
“Hello! I’m one of the guys working on the church here in Tulita. One of your coworkers gave me this number and told me you and some friends have a fiddle sesh once a week or something? I’m a fiddler too and I have mine here so if you wouldn’t mind adding one more to the party let me know!”