My eyes were bleary as I slowly woke up.  I gradually gained consciousness, recognizing the pale blue walls of the camp's basement suite bedroom.  It was nice to realize we didn't have to rush anywhere today.  We could pack and tidy up the little apartment, have our quiet time and make our way across the road.  The Fawcetts were expecting us late morning for a visit and then lunch together.

Liz was making lunch preparations while the three girls were at the kitchen table working on their school projects and workboooks.  The small three-bedroom mobile home was a tight squeeze for three growing girls and a homeschool venue, as well! The housing situation was one of the items to talk about today as we spent time with the Fawcett family.  We enjoyed a second cup of coffee, with Walter and Grant visiting in the living room and I joining the ladies in the kitchen.

Over 30 years ago, some of the NCEM missionaries started the Arrowhead Native Bible Centre with the vision for Bible camp and hosting other retreats and events.  The Fawcetts had grown the Centre with a renovated dining hall basement space (50's diner theme!) and a new chapel.  Many volunteers and other NCEM missionaries helped build and paint and clean and cook as these projects happened.  We had toured earlier in our visit, so it was nice just to sit and visit and talk about the future of ANBC.

After lunch, we sat around the table, while the girls either played or sat and visited, as well.  The time flew and just as we were getting into more nitty-gritty details about a new home or an addition, we realized we had to leave for the airport in Moncton.

Hurried good-byes were followed by jumping into the mission truck, with Grant behind the wheel.  We wound our way back through the now-familiar roads that led to the TransCanada highway.  Light snow flurries were beginning to fly.  Grant apologized as he worried we would be late to the airport.  The traffic had slowed and was backed up at the turnoff to the airport road.  We looked at the time and felt the pressure.  Our flight was to leave at 6 pm.  We didn't want to miss our connection in Calgary - yes, we were backtracking exactly the flights back to Winnipeg.  Finally, Grant pulled up at the departures door and we retrieved our bags from the back of the truck.  A quick picture and we jogged to the automatic doors.  There was one person ahead of us in the line up and it seemed an eternity before the clerk was free!  

"Why are you so late?  You will have to hurry to get to the gate!"  The lady took our luggage and shooed us towards security.  My heart was racing as I really didn't want to miss our flight.  Once my brain had switched from visiting and seeing the sights of the Maritimes, I really was eager to get home.  

Glancing out the windows of the Moncton airport, the flurries had almost produced a whiteout!  My concern was if the airplane would be able to take off in this weather.  When we finally made it through security, lined up to board and then were sitting in our seats, I could breathe a sigh of relief.  Away we go!

The flight was uneventful.  We had our complimentary snacks and beverages, read, watched some free TV shows.  Finally, after almost 5 hours in the air, we landed in Calgary.  A quick turnaround and we boarded a plane for Winnipeg...and long-awaited sleep at the Best Western Airport Hotel.

Next day...a quick visit with our little granddaughter, Kaira!