As we headed off, Becky asked, “Are you going to the benefit?” “What benefit?,” I questioned. I was not privy to local news, but it seems that today, a concert was being hosted to raise funds for the community center I sometimes helped build. “Well,” I thought, “it might to nice to socialize and meet some neighbors.” I had been pretty isolated in the cabin. We followed a long winding drive way to a large field on a west facing slope with a commanding vista of Lake Slocan and the ranges beyond. A crew was running an electric wire from a barn to a sound system set on rickety makeshift stage that gave the impression of being used before and not just set up for today. I lucked upon the most incredible outdoor ballroom. Soon musicians appeared, dancers were leaping and twirling, and delicious homemade foods were offered. “This must be heaven,” I reflected.
During a break a family happened upon the stage and announced they had puppies to give. I wandered down and examined several furry little balls squirming in the bottom of a large cardboard box. One called to me, so I picked him up and began a bonding. His folks had come from near the Kootenay mountains. I named my new companion after his home and became the caretaker of a small black sheepdog. There was a large supply of dog food at the cabin and since I had no further needs, donated the small remainder of my money for the benefit of the community center. The same folks who brought me to the concert carried me and Kootenay home at the end of an exceptional day.