Author’s Note:
It’s been tough to catch up while being down south! I’ve had difficulty catching up with all my work for the DOT, and when I get home, I’ve been exhausted. What little time I have had, I’ve been spending getting the Naskapi Election covered (you can see the latest posts here) and publishing more videos from the Elder’s Gathering (which you can find here).
It’s been challenging to know what to work on first: the videos that illustrate the story I’m telling below or the story itself through pictures. The story through pictures wins because working on the videos takes so much time.
Of course, this means that my day-to-day life has been a lot more boring, which will make it easier to catch up on.
I also got sick this week, which hasn’t helped. But I’ve been resting most of the weekend, so hopefully, it will pass soon.
But let’s get back to it:
Tue, Sep 3
It was very chilly this morning, but the camp dogs seemed perfectly content guarding the tents. They’ve constantly been around the site, always watchful and calm.
The day started with another morning mass. What I find fascinating is the unique distribution of men and women leading worship in each nation. No two are alike. In some nations, the men lead, while in others, the women do. Sometimes, it’s men who sing, and sometimes, it’s women. What stands out most is that everyone is welcome to participate.
After mass, we had sessions discussing the importance of caribou and drumming in the culture. Both are vital, not just as traditions but as elements of identity for the people gathered here. I recorded these sessions and plan to upload the videos soon.
The afternoon schedule was more relaxed, especially with the cold rain setting in. I lit a fire in my stove and let the rain sizzling against the stovepipe lull me into a 30-minute nap. It was lovely.
Once I was awake, I took a walk around the camps. As I passed through Natuashish and Kawawachikamach, I noticed that both had very low firewood reserves. With a friend from Natuashish, we loaded up the side-by-side with firewood and distributed it to the needy tents.
Above us, an eagle fought against the wind.
After dinner, the camp hosted a talent show! The performances ranged from wild and silly to fast and musical, but all of them were entertaining. I captured several acts on video, which I’ll share later.
Then, we gathered as many elders as we could into a giant circle and played Pass The Stick. It’s like musical chairs, but adapted so that people with mobility issues can participate. I spun around in the middle, trying to record everything, and got dizzy!
As with every night, the big tent turned into a dance hall, and the floor filled with dancers. It was such a joy to watch everyone come alive with the music and laughter.
There were no northern lights tonight—too cloudy—but everyone hurried off to bed to be well-rested for tomorrow’s big closing ceremonies.
It’s a strange contrast to be out here, completely disconnected from the grid, at least 325 miles from the nearest bank, and still receive notifications that my credit score has gone up.
Wed, Sep 4
The Naskapi kitchen chefs made an enormous breakfast for everyone today, preparing for the final closing of the Elders’ gathering. I enjoyed my meal outside with a few elders, sharing stories and listening to their thoughts on the event.
The Whiskychak made its return, feasting on the pizza crust I’d left behind the night before.
At one point, it knocked down a Pepsi can someone had stuck to a tent pole. A nearby kid asked why it did that. I told him, “The tent poles are for Whiskychaks, not for our garbage.”
I started packing up my belongings into the side-by-side and cleaned out my tent.
I’m really going to miss that cozy little space. But it’ll see more use, as I passed it along to one of the workers staying behind to help clean up.
I made a quick trip to Kawawachikamach for a shower and laundry, and when I got back, the camp was almost unrecognizable. Natuashish was nearly packed up, and tents were being dismantled left and right.
At the big tent, the gift exchange had already begun. A gift bag was tossed into my hands, and I joined the line. We stood back-to-back with random partners, and on the count of three, we turned around and exchanged our gifts. The variety was amazing—everything from beautiful homemade crafts to store-bought items from down south.
Next, we watched some documentaries about the Attikamekw. The man sitting in front of the TV had been a small boy in the boat featured in the film!
It was fascinating to see how many traditions the Attikamekw share with the Naskapi.
Later, I interviewed Johnny Saganash in one of the quieter tents. We talked about the Walking Out ceremony so I could share his perspective in a future slideshow.
Rod Mckenzie, our MC, gave a deep and emotional goodbye speech in all four languages. Something he said struck a chord with me. This gathering helps you not fear getting old; it helps you anticipate it.
Cheyenne Peshu and Naomi Einish gave long speeches, thanking the workers for their efforts throughout the gathering. Cheyenne made me stand up and called me a “son of Kawawachikamach,” thanking me for all my work. I don’t know if anyone could tell, but I felt my face turning bright red with both pride and shyness.
This place will always be home to me, no matter where I go. These will always be my people.
The chiefs from the various communities gave speeches and exchanged gifts as tokens of appreciation. Beautifully carved crafts were given to Kawawachikamach in gratitude for hosting the event.
A giant, beautifully decorated cake was cut up and shared with everyone. It’s always a special moment seeing things I’ve designed, even in cake form.
As a final parting gift, the king and queen of the gathering, Johnny and Louisa Saganash, were given matching hoodies.
Then, I was presented with my own hoodie! At the very beginning of the gathering, the entire coordinating team had all gotten forest green hoodies with their names blazoned on the back. But I had been missed. It was cream-colored, a color reserved for dignitaries and chiefs. It felt like such an honor.
Mashteuiatsh, a village in southwest Quebec, was selected as the next host for the Elders Gathering.
The evening turned into a massive celebration, with the biggest crowd we’d had on the dance floor. Everyone was done being shy and just wanted to move.
And then the fireworks! An enormous display lit up the sky. I managed to fly my drone during the show—I’m hoping the footage turns out well.
Looking back, I’m so proud to have been part of this event. I’m grateful to have worked with such an amazing crew. We faced obstacles, filled gaps where needed, and cared for each other along the way.
This gathering was truly incredible.