Day 14

Today we were saved by Moses. He came up the river by boat, offered us bread and endless fish, prophesied a great storm, and left us with shelter. This morning as we crouched by our fire, cooking our cinnamon rolls, we heard a boat pull up. An old native man with aviators and a mesh back hat sauntered up the steps toward us. He had a big smile on his face and a loaf of bread in his hands. He told us his name was Moses, and that we were welcome to anything in the cabin. Our spirits were through the rood. Moses took me into the cabin, showed me the slices of massive sturgeon that would feed us tonight. He walked outside and turned the generator on, smiled, and left. HE returned with his grandkids and all day the boys played Frisbee and haki sack with them. We lazed under the tall spruce trees, read books, cooked lunch, and listened to Johnny Cash (Moses had brought a stereo out to us, the level of technology was escalating). After everyone had left we took our tents down, planning to sleep in the cabin at night, in lieu of the impending storm. We cooked up a feast. Bill did 3 giant slabs on the bbq, all different recipes. I took 2 slabs, beat some fresh eggs, got some flour out and ground up some of the bread Moses had given us. I’d set it over the fire to dry earlier in the day. I breaded and fried the fish, Bill cooked some rice, peas and corn, and we ate like kings. We are now sitting inside, content, watching Castaway. This is a legendary pit day by all standards. To close off the night, the owner of this place (apparently funded and build by DeBeers 5 years ago) came by with his wife. He was offended that I wouldn’t have a beer with him, but we managed to laugh the situation off. He kept asking if it wasn’t also against policy to be sitting in a log cabin watching movies on trip. We conceded that it probably wasn’t. Tomorrow we are in reach (39 k) of the next cabin owned by this man, and he as offered it up to us, we may take it.