Jordan Rowing with Signature Hat and Kokatat gear
Doing trips like this in your early thirties is quite different than in your early twenties. Relationships, careers and kids, can make carving out this time a great deal harder and I was thankful to have Adam, who departed in Hot Springs, for as long as we did. This did not stave off a strong feeling of melancholy at the idea of saying goodbye to one twentieth of our little band. Five had been crowded Continue reading »
Hesquiaht First Nation Place of Learning and Crew
The Hot Spring, BC village has a very nice new school, called the Hesquiaht First Nation Place of Learning. According to Carly the teacher it would really be nice with forty kids, but for now it has ten; and, by the looks of it ten very well looked-after kids. Upon arriving in the Hesquiaht village we arranged to visit the school just before the doors closed, and we made it to class. The school includes beautiful wood building with Continue reading »
Jordan R&R in Hot Springs BC
Hot Springs cove, located in Maquinna Provincial Park, is small and narrow. Halfway up is a public dock that leads to a boardwalk trail two kilometers to the hot springs. On the trail are large twisted cedars and lush vegetation. Yellow lily like flowers called skunk cabbage, a sign of spring, grew abundantly on the board walk.
With only the slightest smell of sulfur a spring feeds its way out of the bowels of the earth about one hundred yards from shore making its way under the boardwalk and into a pool before cascading in an eight foot steaming waterfall. The water falls Continue reading »
Sunset on Pacific from JRH
One of the reporters on the dock in Vancouver, BC ask something akin to what I was most looking forward to on this trip. I told her it would be some point, which I predicted would be after Port Hardy, where the distance from shore, or in this case normal life and civilization would ebb enough for this to feel truly like an adventure. I don’t think I was entirely sure of what that would be, but I think I have reached it. I think this point happens at different times for all of us, although I think a key ingredient Continue reading »
Saturday, April 21, Midday
Adam watched the fishing rod bend slightly. He was in the bow seat and called for Markus to reel it in from the stern where he was preparing food. Whatever was on the end was not a fighter. As the molted brown fish that Adam called rock cod came into view, it looked like we had been dragging it for a while. I climbed out of the cabin as it was being pulled on deck, excited at the prospect of cleaning a fish and turning it into Continue reading »
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