Not fun ever, and especially not on vacation. He spent a weekend in the hospital last month...and that was really scary...but this was a cold and sore throat and I knew he'd be fine. But things just weren't working out. I was disappointed for him and for me. No gift in sight.
So he got the meds and the sleep he needed and I went out to explore, maybe grab a sandwich and see the sights in this little town.
Well, I hit the jackpot...I found the gift. Driving around and down a little street right by our hotel, I saw this sign.
The sign was in an industrial looking section with boats and cranes and such. I was just about to turn around and leave the docks when I saw the sign...and decided to check it out.
"Is this a party?", I asked. "No. It's a Salmon Feed", she said, as if I couldn't read. "What is a salmon feed?", I asked. Then she looked up like maybe I was from outer space and explained. Sammy, of the Indian nation, is a fisherman. Everyone knows him. He catches and cooks salmon, does a little art and makes hats....and puts on this salmon feed once a year as a fundraiser for the......art gallery.
He caught a boatload of salmon last night and was cooking them outside "the way the Indians do".
"Would I like a plate?", they asked? Duh. Of course I would!
That is a HUGE piece of fish. I LOVED LOVED LOVED eating fresh caught wild salmon cooked on a stick by a fire in front of my eyes by someone who is doing what his ancestors have been doing for eons.
And his daughters wanted their pictures taken by the crazy tourist too.
And the grandson. They are eating big hunks of salmon in a napkin like I might have a donut.
And Sammy and his son and the crazy hats he makes. He was happy to pose and show off his hats.
Remember I said it was a fundraiser for the gallery? That is where they had tables set up for eating! Inside the little local art gallery! That's almost like heaven to me. Another gift!
My passion is art and I love this painting with the deer. I shouldn't have photographed it but I couldn't help myself. The photo doesn't do it justice.
So now not only do I know that a Salmon Feed is their version of the big barbecue or fish fry that we have down South.... I got to be a part of one. I tell you, friends, the gift is always there.
And.....did you wonder how I picked this street to go down? And why did I not just stop at the corner restaurant since finding lunch was really what I had in mind? And how did I get in on this jewel of an experience that was hidden away and not a touristy thing at all? And how did I get to have that experience at an art gallery of all places and stumble upon local art which I so, so love? I know how....but I will let you come to your own conclusion.
What a special day! It was as it was supposed to be.