My eyes suddenly blurred and watered, and I realized how tired I was. I turned to see everyone making their way up the steep hill and vanishing into respective friends’ and relatives’ houses. I abruptly swung toward the boat to grab my gear and crashed into Jeannie, who had been silently standing beside me. She crinkled her nose and smiled. “Ah-nee-kah! Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”
I barely remember being led up the hill toward the school building where I was to be the guest of Don and Erika Abbott, the two Bureau of Indian Affairs teachers.