I apologize for the quality of the photos but this is a blackberry and I wasn’t sure when I could take photos.
|Note young guy with brown shirt and feathers – sweet dancer.|
After a few dances we took a break to try out the local cuisine. First up: Indian Tacos. No, I did not name them. It is basically bannock or fry bread covered with taco-type toppings. Definitely tasty.
Next came dessert: bread with blueberries baked inside, smothered with strawberry sauce and, a little overkill, smothered yet again in whipped cream. Delish.
Speaking of culture, so much was happening that went way over my head. At one point a large group paraded around the circle led by a teenage girl in satiny dress. When the song ended she was welcomed (although, to an outsider like me, it was not obvious to what she was being welcomed). The community approached her for hugs and congratulations then she and her mother took a bowl of strawberries around to the other members of the community and offered one to each.
We did some browsing and then settled in for the last dance – Tiny Tots! Any child under 6 in regalia was invited to dance and dance they did. And regalia they wore.