The sun is beginning to make its journey from the east. it's quiet outside, not a soul stirring at the moment. it is six fifty eight in the morning. I am about twenty one pages into transcribing my writings onto the computer. I just finished the one where we were at the Longhouse in Saint Ignatius or as the locals call it Mission. I don't know they call it that, back here, Dulce is Dulce. I haven't sold any raffle tickets for the buffalo, been too busy trying to find work and doing other stuff. I can only do about two in the morning realistically, have to do another two in the afternoon, that's the only way I'm going to make any head way in my writings. I should have started this way back. It's not that hard

Oh, well, can't cry over spilled milk, carry on. The above picture was taken at Echo Canyon rest area about eight thirty in the morning. I and my friend Reynard had there for a couple of minutes and I took out my camera and snapped this photo. The mountain pass the red cliffs is called Besh Ligai (White Flint Mountain), it is sacred in our way. I'm not sure about the story I think it has something to do with the Great Flood. Anyways I and my partner Vicki Morigeau and my niece Tammi Lambert and her daughter Imani made the journey up the mountain back in 2004 or 2005. It was great.