I do like to get out and about in the community. This community has lots of the same sorts of things that one might find anywhere, and then there are the bits that make us unique. So on a recent Saturday this is what I was up to.

So the city has a gorgeous and much photographed park that is a must for tourists and that is where the first event was taking place. And it was a beautiful day with perfect weather for an outdoor event.

This bunch of turkeys were not the least bit interested in the events of the day, and so they buggered off out of the park as soon as they could.

So there was a couple of vendors selling delicious fry bread tacos, an important part of every pow-wow.

Grand entry was at noon and there were a couple of special dances, like fancy dancers, shawl dances, honor dances, etc. But my favorite dance is always the potato dance, because it’s always funny to watch. They give a couple of people a potato and they have to put it between their foreheads and keep it somehow off the ground while they dance. Dancing slow will help to keep the potato in place, but when it gets down to the last few they start making the couples dance faster, etc. So these girls came in second which is pretty darn good. (No potatoes were harmed in the performance of this dance.)

And then it was on to the next event of the day, which was located by the jail, hidden down ( it really was hidden, they had closed the north part of the only road to the place) in the industrial part of town. They had moved up the time from 5 to 3, so I went there in my pow-wow outfit. And what was that event? It was a tour of the coroner’s office and I thankfully (for you) didn’t take any photos there. As it was for writers, he showed us lots of pictures of various kinds of fatal wounds, so that we could describe such things accurately and talked about what actually goes on there. It was interesting, but not nearly as much fun as the pow-wow. As this is the sort of writing that I do, it was not that useful, but who knows? Perhaps some day I shall write a novel. If nothing else it was an unusual way to spend the afternoon.