The Shasta Tribe in the California Intermountain is having a wedding. Fortunately for me, my sister is getting married tomorrow. Mother is preparing a big feast which consists of cooked rabbits, newly hunted bear, smoked trout, and a specialty of roasted crickets. Yum, it tastes like chicken! My sister is making some finishing touches on her deerskin-wedding outfit! It is a warm, sandy, brown, and feels as soft as conditioned hair. The dress is held on by two strings (make of deer)) on each side, of the shoulder. It fits her body perfectly and overflows to the ground. Since I’m a 13-year-old girl, I do much but watch… I don’t mind.

The scene is magnificent. My sister picked their wedding place. I have to say, she has bad taste, but this “woodsy” place is enchanted. A gently trickling waterfall is set in the middles of the forest. Surrounding the clear waters of the waterfall, are emerald green trees. Sequoias, to be exact. Each is different sizes and shapes, bushy and thin, skinny, or fat. It reminds me of my family. The grass is neatly trimmed to five inches. When you brush your hand across it, it feels soft, like a baby’s bottom. I could touch it all day! The grass’s color is my favorite part! It’s mostly pine green, with patches of lime green

The soon- to- be husband of my sister is helping my dad make a new hut for the newlyweds. The pole frames were up, and the two men were packing the walls with dirt, grass, and sticks. The top is dome shaped. I t was about 15 feet by 25 feet, and the height is about 10- 12 feet. My sister’s fiancé must pay my family for marrying my sister. He has paid us deerskin, 13 clamshell disk beads, and 25 woodpecker scalps. I can see the worried look in his eyes, though I do not know why.

The sun is setting into the soft pink, and baby blue skies. I settle down with my family. This is the last meal that I’ll have with my old family. I feel excited, and nervous… but not as much as the blushing bride!