Saturday, a break in the rain, blue skies with serrated clouds, brilliant sunshine. Time for a hike! The Big Fig is a famous tree near Kijabe, with huge roots winding through boulders, perched on the edge of a 200 foot drop into a small canyon. The tree is about an hour’s hike through the bush from Kijabe. We gather our friends the Heins and Higgins families, load back packs with snacks and water bottles, and head out. Our first stop is at our friends the Davis’ house, where Rich bluetooths the path from his gps to mine. Once you’re in the bush, it’s difficult to follow the correct twists and turns to the Big Fig, so now we have satellite navigation! The Davis’ dog Radar decides to abandon his family and join us on the hike.
The hike down is a little muddy, but the footing is good. Monkeys stalk us in the trees, giant centipedes wiggle across the trail, black ibis, hawks, and colorful song birds punctuate the walk. An animal skin on the trail is animated with a lacy white fungus. The gps takes us straight to the big fig, where we take a welcome break in its cool shade.
The tree is remarkably large, and precariously set. Roots more than a foot in diameter snake their way through 10 foot boulders, leaving the trunk hanging out over a precipitous drop. We herd the kids, all kindergarten to fourth grade, away from the edge so the adults can relax. Michael and his friend Noah impress each other by getting ever closer to the edge, pretending to slip. Somehow we don’t find it as funny as they do.
The tree’s rocky home provides comfortable seating as we take our break.
The canyon opens up to farmers fields planted with maize and kale, and lazy cows drift from one field to the next in the valley below. Red-garbed Masai herders dramatically decorate the lush green vegetation. Rock hyrax duck in and out, resenting our invasion, and Jane finds an 8 inch lizard.
Heading back up, the heat kicks in, but we make good time and relax in the cool of the house. Jane heads up to a friend’s house, I make grilled cheese sandwiches for Michael and Noah, and Ann takes Bosco out for a walk. He’s getting a bit old, and we don’t take him on big steep hikes anymore, but he hates to be left behind.
Tonight, we’re looking forward to having the Higgins family over for dinner. Meghan is cooking, which is a sure sign of Ann’s friendship with her. Normally, it takes years before an Irish “mammy” will allow another woman to lift a finger in her kitchen, so they must be tight. Either that, or Ann is just really sick of cooking dinner every night.
I had the pleasure of running into my good friend, Dan Galat, today. Dan is my doppelganger at Tenwek hospital, about three hours west of here in Bomet, Kenya. Dan is an orthopaedic surgeon from the US, who came to Kenya straight out of his residency at the Mayo clinic. We are twin brothers, both sharing a passion for providing orthopaedic care and teaching Kenyan surgeons. Dan recently started an orthopaedic surgery residency at Tenwek, and we are finding ways to collaborate for better care and training.
It’s nothing short of miraculous that I can sit here in a muddy little village in Kenya, and be working alongside talented Kenyan surgeons such as Dr.’s Muchiri and Wamae, as well as surgeons from the US. If defies logic, but you have to get used to that once you quit living on your own power and trust that God will provide what you need, and when you need it. You might not know what tomorrow will bring, but you can have confidence that God has it covered. And He never fails!