An Unusual Way To Meet New People
Living in a home on wheels can present some interesting and unusual opportunities to meet new people.

On one such occasion we had traveled to the North West Territories to offer one of our more exciting community involved youth programs to the City of Yellowknife.

On the three day trip we stopped when we were ready to settle down for the night and make a meal. As the truck/trailer unit is large, we always looked for a roomy spot that would make negotiating the turn-around to head out that much easier. We pulled into a gravel pit near the town of Rae Edso, about 90 km east of Yellowknife. We spent a few minutes looking around, admiring the site and the quiet openness of the area and then went inside to relax.

Bert likes to divest himself of the constraints imposed by clothing... and had settled down in his favorite leisure suite... his skin. He sat at the kitchen table so we could talk about the next day's plans as I was preparing supper. In mid-sentence the door was flung open and over the threshold a stranger appeared. At first it didn't register what had happened, but Bert was the first to react and was about to stand up with his hand outstretched in preparation of a handshake…then he remembered his state of undress!

Everyone's' eyes were wide open, but especially this gentleman. He said nothing and Bert having re-thought the possible implications of the situation said in a firm voice, "what do you want"? The man said nothing, just seemed to stare off into space. I stepped in front of him, put my hand on his shoulder and gently pushed until he backed up and out the door. I said "wait outside and Bert will come out and talk to you".

We looked at each other and didn't know if we should be alarmed or amused. Bert got dressed in his driving coveralls and went out to see what the fellow wanted. I watched from the sidelines with an object that could be used in his defense should the situation turn mean. They accused us of stealling the gravel and made some vague warnings about it, but they soon left and we didn’t see them again that night.

As it turned out, the town of Rae Edso is a dry town and some of the locals used the gravel-pit to hide and store their alcohol for those occasions when they just had to have a drink! They though we might be digging up their stash. In talking with the owner of the gravel pit, we also learned that in that community is was quite common for a neighbor to enter your house uninvited or unannounced and that was not considered bad form, but to refuse that person something they might want, was.

We had no lasting negative side effects from this encounter and met and befriended many people in several of the native communities near Yellowknife.