The sun still sits high on the horizon in Unalaska, even though it's late afternoon. A group of community members begin trickling in around the riverbank in the Valley—kitchen utensils and drums in hand. Greeting one another eagerly, they begin their countdown to 7 p.m.
7 o'clock strikes; they scream with wild abandon and beat their drums enthusiastically. Slowly, the pounding fades into a soft heartbeat and hymnal chanting.