On Sunday, we enjoyed more crazy pow-wow action, and spent even longer swimming at the government dock. We also collected rocks, because that’s what we do. You haven’t been somewhere until you’ve brought back some of it’s heaviest substances in your luggage. Specifically, we were looking for fossils. Most of the shoreline around Cape Croker is glacial moraine, piles of stones of various sizes, all scraped up by glaciers from the shores of the ancient sea that used to cover much of North America. The stones are full of little fossils of ancient sea life, mostly corals, sponges, and early sea plants. We have lots already, but it’s always fun to find them. It’s treasure hunting.

We saved enough time for a few more dances at pow-wow. I bought Those Johnston Kids some new moccasins for dancing and the footwear seemed to inspire their efforts. Moccasins, interestingly, were and are still not a durable good like shoes today. When the people wore them exclusively, they were a consumable. Several pairs would be packed for a trip because they didn’t last for more than a few weeks. Or they could be made quickly on the trail from available materials. You can buy fake moccasins now with rubber soles, but that seems rather pointless. If you can’t feel the ground, it’s not a moccasin. It’s – I don’t know – a hushpuppy or something.

We were sad to pack up and finally leave Cape. It had seemed a much longer weekend and were relaxed and happy. I have lived many places, but Cape is Home.