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.