Sunday morning in Emo. The tide is high and our boat is about 50 feet from shore, we set a stern anchor for the first time so we don't bash into the rocks piled up on shore as the boats are out and passing close by at full speed all night. The rocks were brought in from Nome because this place is basically a marsh in the tundra alongside a muddy river and like other villages there is a problem with erosion. Louie has made an announcement on channel 68 of the VHF that everyone monitors that there are some travelers selling their extra gear. Everyone calls us travelers, I like it. Anyway, in half an hour even before we can sort out what we want to keep and what we are selling we have a crowd on board, it is like the early birds at a yard sale, in an hour we are pretty much sold out. Old and young they come by on boat and on foot. The older guys are speaking the native Central Yupik language and the kids want to see and touch everything. It was a frenzy of activity that left us amazed and thrilled to have gotten rid of almost all of our gear. The only thing left is the tent and frame which we will be sleeping in tonight and hopefully selling tomorrow. I called the airline to check out flights and times to get to Anchorage and the local agent couldn't say exactly when the flight was leaving tomorrow, better call back tomorrow. The kids keep coming around but are nice and respectful so we don't mind. Except when it is naptime.
Things have worked out perfectly, just as planned, and with any luck we will be in Anchorage tomorrow night. Fingers crossed.
Cyprian and Keianne, they didn't buy anything but liked looking around
This guy, Gordon, was speaking Yupik and wanted to buy my spork but it wasn't for sale. Truhn put a sausage in his pocket on his way off the boat.