We woke up this morning and discovered our new living quarters had a stove, but no oven. Our Sabbath morning muffins were in jeopardy! Tim broke out his backpacking oven for its inaguaral run and cooked up a big muffin cake! Blueberry yogurt and muffin cake go well together. Even if its a little extra brown on the bottom.
We visited the closest Adventist church in a town that had no significant road access until 1970. People were very friendly - nearly every family invited us home for lunch. It's a good thing, our lunch plans consisted of leftover dill Doritos and hummus. Instead, we settled for mashed potatoes, patties, veges and a yummy huckleberry dessert. After lunch, we attended a baptism in the Dore River - my calibrated big toe read a temperature of "moderately cold". The country environment made the event extra special.
The Adventist circle didn't let us down. We found connections with nearly everyone we talked to. Laura's grandpa (Rick) is quite the celebrity in these parts. Between his work at Lamming Mills and the bookmobile, his reputation precedes him. We took a quick self-guided tour of Lamming Mills - it raised a lot of questions in our minds.
The washtub player invited us to vespers. Who can refuse an invitation like that? we sang lots of good old songs from Advent Sings (? - the old green and yellow one...) led by the surprisingly abundant and talented youth group.
We wrapped up the day in the cabin with a Jiffy Pop (hey Mom, I didn't burn it - well kinda...), some canned apricots and a handful of tiny wild blueberries that Tim picked out in front of our cabin.