Jul 24. Our group is back on the bus to visit Heavenly Lake. I have to admit that we in California are spoiled when it comes to mountain scenery. Here in western China, Heaven Lake must appear to be just that- heavenly, when one considers the arid gobi and desert that lay adjacent. We take a brief boat ride on the lake, partake in lunch, and then head back. We make a stop over at a Kazakh Yurt Camp that is set up for us tourist.
In 1983, a then younger me (Sam Oki) was working in the family agricultural business. Another young man, Ansheng Huang, from China (PRC) had made his way to the United States by way of a Chinese agricultural exchange program. This newly formed organization had initiated ties with a similar, but long-standing Japanese program. My family’s company had hosted many students through the Japanese program. Ansheng found his way via this connection to Sacramento and worked at the family nursery for six months. He and I had kept in touch over the years with letters and then e-mail; Urumqi is his home town.
After Ansheng left the U.S., I hadn’t seen him until 2003 when I made my first visit to China. He and his wife flew out from Urumqi and briefly met in Xian. On this trip, arrangements were made to meet up with he, his wife, and our group for coffee on our first night in Urumqi and dinner on the second night. Over dinner, we shared the story of how we became friends with the rest of the group. I must truely say that I didn’t realize how much of an influence six months in the U.S. had on Ansheng’s life. And, for me it is a gift that those six months created a lasting connection over the last twenty-four years.
