Just go

Shortly after we moved here I was given two sage pieces of advice for living on the North Coast by a long-time Rupertite:

1) Always attach the lid to your garbage can with some sort of line or else it will disappear quickly in the wind on stormy garbage days

2) If it's nice out, GO!  Don't wait, don't delay.  You never know what the weather will be like later and if you squander a sunny day, you'll regret it.

It was number two I was thinking of as I stood outside on the most gloriously sunny Remembrance Day I've ever experienced.  I had planned on working that afternoon following the ceremony at the cenotaph, but it was so exquisite out that I quickly abandoned that well-intentioned idea.  Instead, I traded my laptop for a paddle and headed out with a few friends for a couple of hours on the harbour.

It's not that the Prince Rupert harbour is the most scenic paddle; industry, cargo ships, and the Port predominate the view, but there is still nothing nicer than being on the water on a calm, sunny day.  We headed across the water to Digby Island to stretch our legs and explore a bit before heading back as the sun was setting.

As daylight has become a precious commodity now that we are so close to solstice, and drizzly, stormy days are more the norm, these memories and taking advantage of good weather adventures are increasingly valuable.  I spent the sunny moments this weekend inside working on Christmas gifts and I've regretted since it started raining yesterday.  Still much to learn, including always heed the rule: When it's sunny, just go...

forage

There is not much that is more satisfying than growing or harvesting your own food.   Delicious food, for FREE.  I love free.  Sadly, this year, our garden was pretty much non-existant.  Due to moving right during prime planting/growing season, all we got done was some seeds in containers.  Besides some mutant carrots and a bit of lettuce, nothing else did well at all.  Grand plans are in the works for next year's garden, but for this year, I needed to get my free food fix by doing a little wild foraging.

I'll admit that I was more than a little disappointed when I realized that there were very few blackberries on the north coast. I know, I know, they're invasive, but a delicious version of invasive (so therefore more acceptable in my eyes).  I love blackberries and picking them reminds me of days on Saturna and in Point Roberts when I was wee.  Plus, blackberry pie?  I mean, come on, most delish by far.

Get in my bucket!

The lack of blackberries, however, was happily made up for by the plenitude of blueberries that can be found in the north.  A few weeks ago, I ventured up Shames Mountain (the local ski hill, just outside of Terrace), for an afternoon of picking with some friends.  The whole hillside was full of blueberries and huckleberries just ready to be plucked. Big bonus with blueberries: no thorns.

Mini-forager and scenes from the mountainside.

It seemed like it was going to be a daunting task, but once you got into it, it was a bit addictive.  More berries!

Blueberry picking, however, is more labour intensive.  They're so small so a lot of effort is needed to fill up a bucket.  Luckily, picking them is a bit addictive.  You keep seeing more bushes and more berries that just seem to be begging to be picked, that it's hard to tear yourself away. After a solid couple of hours, we all had full buckets to bring home.  Well, almost all of us. The 2 year old member of our picking party would diligently pick a berry, put it in her bucket, and then immediately snatch it  out to eat it at once.  She probably ate her weight in berries that day. Too cute.

Free food is gooooooood.

Full buckets at the end of the day

Yum.  Free is so good.

PS.  If I was in Vancouver, I'd go do this awesome foraging day with Museum Eats.  So you should go do it for me. :)

crater

Labour Day felt like it came far too quickly this year. Before I knew it, summer was over and here we were at the season's last hurrah.  A final long weekend.  Unfortunately, Ty and I were at odds on how to use this last slice of summer.  He wanted to stay home and work on the (bloody) house, I wanted to take off (irresponsibly) for as much time as possible.  In the end, like the boring adults we are becoming, we compromised and on Saturday morning, admist a soggy North Coast downpour, we took off for Anhluut’ukwsim Laxmihl Angwinga’asanskwhl Nisga’a  (a.k.a. Nisga’a Memorial Lava Bed Park) for the day with Ty's sis. 

The Visitor's Centre at the Park 

Ever since we first visited this part of the Nass Valley at the end of our Easter road-trip, I had been itching to go back and explore some more. Read about our first trip here.  It's almost otherwordly beauty really blew me away and when I learned you could hike to the crater of the volcano that caused the massive lava bed now visible, I was determined to visit.  

Turquoise creeks near the Visitor's Centre

To visit the crater, you must take a guided hiking tour.  Many people I've told about our trip have admitted to being turned off by this, either not wanting to pay money or not wanting to use a guide, they've decided against the trip. I can understand that feeling, but on the other hand, the area is not only sensitive ecologically, but also culturally, so ensuring people are using the area respectfully is much easier when visitors are monitored by a guide.  The guide is a local with great knowledge of the area and Nisga'a culture, so the whole hike was so augmented by his interpretation on everything from geomorphology, the effect of the eruption on the Nisga'a people, flora and fauna, to the Nisga'a treaty  In other words: fork over the (not so substantial) money and just do it.  

The hike really is not difficult, but it sure is pretty.  After a very bumpy drive in the very tiny truck of our guide, we arrived at the trailhead.  After a quick briefing and welcome in Nisga'a language by our guide Steve, we began.  Descending through some lush second and then first growth, the ground under your feet becomes a bit crunchy as you begin to tromp on thin soil over layers of volcanic ash. Steve stopped to tell us stories about wildlife in the area and the trees around us.  

Trail.  So. Green. 

Volcanic mud in the streambeds.

The creeks appeared to be running with milk due to the silty runoff.

Soon, we began to notice black volcanic mud around the creek beds, which were eerily flowing with what looked like milk (apparently they'd been dry all summer long and had just began to flow again due to the recent rains, hence the silty, milky looking runoff).  After a short time, we exited the tree canopy into the awesome lava landscape that the park is known for.  Around us, black jagged rocks were covered in all manner of lichens and moss. According to our guide Steve, the cover of lichens had grown exponentially in recent years and more and more vascular plants are taking hold as well.  

Lichen Love. 

The trail on the lava beds.

A volcanic cone.  It is so well-insulated that ice remained in the bottom despite the warm summer.

I'll admit that when we got to the crater, it was a little anticlimatic..mostly because there is no boiling lava or steam, which is totally logical when you realize this volcano erupted over 2 centuries ago.  Sitting on the lip, however, Steve shared some of his smoked salmon and explained how the eruption happened, the terrifying effect on the communities below (over 2000 people perished) and showed us the various types of rock that exploded from this very crater. Some, dubbed 'bombs', are incredibly heavy, while others are as light as styrofoam due to gases expelled and trapped during the eruption.  

The crater.

Three types (and weights) of volcanic rock.  The 'bomb' is on the right.

The trail is a there-and-back, so you retrace your steps on return.  It's another opportunity to notice the beautiful little microcosms growing out of the lava and to contemplate the severity of this event on the people and landscape. It also gave us more opportunity to chat with Steve about his community and his perspectives on current Nisga'a politics. 

It was a great way to spend a chunk of the day and I'd definitely highlight a visit to the Nass Valley to any potential north coast visitors.  On top of this beauty little hike, there are hot springs, a lovely museum, and some gorgeous drives in the area.  Steve even told us about a resident Spirit bear that can sometimes be spotted just outside the entrance to the park!!!  There is much more I'd like to see in the area, so I am sure we'll be back. If you want to visit yourself, learn more about the park here.

PS.  I fully acknowledge that my posts are too long, with too many photos.  But...SO PRETTY, ya know?

digby 3.0: toads, treasures and toddlers

The little guy striding oh so confidently in the photo above?  That's e.  He is one of my best friends.  And yes, he is two and a half.

E came to Rupert to visit early in the summer with his parents, two more of my bestest friends.  It was amazing to have them here and show them our new home. However, the tricky part about being a non-parent and having kiddos come to visit is that you aren't really sure what to do with them.  Can a toddler go kayaking?  How far can they hike?  How often do they nap?  Can you take them to the pub? (Note: probably a bad idea to take a toddler kayaking in very cold waters if you, yourself aren't a pro-star kayaker...they can't hike that far, so bring some sort of baby-backpack to carry them in...they need to nap for a few hours each day- factor that in...and apparently soon you can take kids to a pub- win).

 Luckily, e is awesome and hilarious and his parents are super easy-going, so they were up for pretty much anything. Their visit was definitely one of the highlights of the summer, and my most favorite day of our time together was the one we all spent on Digby Island.

This was Ty and I's third visit to Digby.  I love it over there.  The first time we hiked across the top (see here) and the second we explored a few of the smaller trails and the bewitching and likely haunted old Doctor's house (see here).  Knowing that the trails out of Dodge Cove were easy and toddler friendly, we decided to gamble on missing e's nap for a day and headed out there again.

Getting to Digby is pretty easy.  West Coast Launch runs a water taxi service on Saturdays that leaves Rupert at noon and will pick you up on the other side just after 5.  The ride over takes about 15 minutes and gives you a good look at the Rupert harbour.  Five hours is more than enough time to do a few of the shorter trails, hang out on the beach, have a picnic and say hello to some of the Dodge Cove locals (so friendly and sweet!).

We took e on the CBC Hill trail, which is a fantastic "hike" (not really a hike) for a little one.  In late June/early July when we were there, there were hoards of small western toads all over the first section of trail!  Toddlers LOVE toads, especially if you're willing to catch a few for them to look at up close.  Honestly, I think the highlight of e's entire trip to Rupert was when a (likely terrified) toad peed on my hand after I'd caught it.  We probably spent close to an hour doing a section of trail that should have taken no longer than 15 or 20 minutes because we were constantly stopping to watch hopping toads.

Further along, the residents of Dodge Cove have dotted the pretty trail with all sorts of treasures.  Early on, there are little middens of beach glass, moon snail shells, and a few beach-cast finds.  As you enter into the more wooded section, someone has placed all sorts of small toys (of the Happy Meal variety) in nooks and crannies among the trees and moss.

These little hidden toys are total toddler gold.  While placing small, plastic toys in such a pretty natural environment may seems sort of icky, it's actually more whimsical than anything else.  E loved it and was so excited after each "treasure" he found.  We, again, had to stop regularly so he could look and hold each one before placing it back in it's spot.

Of course, we added in some beach stops to picnic and play about.  Another toddler discovery: throwing rocks = endless amusement.  I had also bought a cheap-o bug catching kit at the Dollar Store, which proved to be a hit.  We imprisoned a few snails and flies for a short time before releasing them back into the undergrowth.

E was well worn out by the end of the day, but withstood forgoing the nap like a champ.  He even had enough energy for one last foot race with Ty on the road back to the water taxi.

wee paddle

Whine and you shall receive?

My last post was admittedly a bit of whinge about how summer has whizzed passed and I hadn't done many of the things that I'd wanted to do-- including getting out in the canoe (aka "The Red Dragon"...haha).  But just after my online pout, Ty patched the canoe and we had a chance to go for a short paddle last weekend out of Kloiya Bay.

Kloiya is just a few minutes out of town, with an easy to miss turn off just after the Galloway Rapids Bridge.  If you don't have a boat of your own, Skeena Kayaking rents rough and tumble plastic kayaks there during the summer time. We had Ty's siblings and another friend with us who all rented without any issue (though apparently the paddles were extremely heavy).

We headed out later in the afternoon than we'd hoped, so we weren't out for long -- just a couple of hours. Despite the overcast skies with rain off and on throughout, it was really lovely. Nothing nicer than being out on the water.  

We had a few seals following along, and the kayaks could easily tuck in close to the rocky shorelines to scope out the intertidal life.  We hung a right heading out of Kloiya Bay (northeast), taking us up Denise Inlet.  If you go left, you'll head into Morse Basin which leads you either to the Galloway Rapids and the Wainright Basin, or towards Butze Rapids and Prince Rupert.  

It was a great spot to spend the afternoon.  If we go again I'll pack a picnic and maybe a crab trap and spend a bit more time out there exploring.  Fingers crossed September is a beauty month and summer holds on a little longer...

metlakatla trail

The best adventures always seem to be fraught with a bit of adversity and our visit to the Metlakatla Trail was no different.  In early June, we had the joy of hosting our lovely friend Megs (or Meegs, if you hear her say it with her Kiwi accent).  To celebrate her North Coast visit, we planned to spend the weekend on the trail.  Despite the rainy forecast (we aren’t made of sugar!) and minimal prep (we had the important task of drinking beer at the Wheelhouse Brewery the night before instead of packing!), we made it out the door on time Saturday morning, ready to hop on the ferry.

Unfortunately, despite making a reservation (as instructed) earlier in the week that was confirmed by the trail office, and despite the fact that no one informed us that there was a minimum group size needed for the ferry to run, just as we were leaving the house, we were informed that the water taxi had been cancelled due to the fact that no one else had booked.  With our bags all packed and our hiking boots on, we desperately tried to find another way to get to Metlakatla.  There is nothing quite like someone telling you you CAN’T go that makes you want to go even more.

The trail office was apologetic and tried to find us another boat that might be making the journey, to no avail.  We moped.  We investigated chartering a water taxi, but agreed it was too pricey.  We got grumpy.  We hung out around the dock hoping to hitch a ride.  We regained our optimism - then lost it again.  And just when it seemed like the trip was a bust, we stopped in Cow Bay and stumbled across friends with a zodiac.  In a slightly shrill/our-weekend-is-nearly-ruined voice, I inquired if they’d be so kind to zip us over.  Metlakatla is no more than a 15 minute boat ride away and they happily agreed.

Weekend saved!

See ya later, Rupert!

The euphoria and whooping we made while zipping away from Rupert after all hope had seemed lost was a bit overkill, but there is something oh so satisfying about overcoming a hurdle.  With big smiles on our face, we hopped out onto the dock at Metlakatla, arranged a pick up for the following afternoon and made our way to the trailhead.

Metlakatla is one of seven Tsimishian village communities in the north.  It’s picturesquely situated in Venn Passage and our visit coincided with the wild rose bloom, so the town smelled amazing.  The folks we encountered along the road all smiled and wished us a good hike.  They seemed really proud of their trail.

The Metlakatla trail was built two years ago.  It’s 10km one way, hugging the coastline west of the village, facing Chatham Sound.  It’s a beautiful trail, and one that could be easily done in a day, but it does contain a small campsite near the 7.5km mark, which allows more time for exploring and enjoying the beaches.  Much of the trail is incredibly well maintained, level with crushed gravel, appropriate for many ages and abilities.  Most impressive are the suspension bridges that span several creeks and marshy areas, as well as the lookout tower that takes you up into the canopy and allows you to look out over the beach.

Suspension bridge

It was while we were up on the tower that I spotted a lone wolf loping along the beach below.  We were ecstatic!  It was a perfect vantage point to watch him, and he seemed just as aware of us (stopping several times to gaze up in our direction) as we were of him.  He trotted along the beach for a couple hundred meters before disappearing into the bush.

Bridge into the canopy

There is a wolf down there!

Another experience to check off my North Coast Bucket List.

The rest of our hike was spent spotting culturally modified trees, searching for western toads (which were plentiful), and admiring the thickets of false lily-of-the-valley.

After setting up camp, we spent some of the afternoon exploring the beach at low tide.  The weather mostly held, except for some very light showers, and we felt just too smug sitting on the beach, having a beer, knowing that we almost didn’t make it over.  After dinner, a fire, and some more exploring, we crawled into our tents feeling so cozy as the wind picked up and the forecasted rains finally appeared.

The next morning, we walked the beaches to the very end of the trail and then came back to pack up our camp.  On our hike out, we were lucky enough to spot a pair of sandhill cranes on the beach.  They seemed less stoked about our presence and made prehistoric-sounding squawks as they distanced themselves.

It was a great weekend and a combination of so many things I love about the coast.  Wildlife watching, tidepool exploring, big tree ogling, beach walking, waking up to the sound of the waves…

Despite the snafu with transportation, I’d really recommend to anyone to go do the trail.  Camp overnight if you can.  Learn more about the trail, reservations and fee here.