It took me over a month to get out of the God’s Pocket. The resort is a small cluster of colourful buildings nestled in a narrow bay on Hurst Island, about a half hour boat ride out of Port Hardy BC. The owners, Bill and Annie, have spent the last two decades running dive trips […]Read more "Escaping the Pocket"
Nobody really likes seagulls. They’re no ones favourite bird, they’ve inspired no great works of art and they’re un-fondly known as a squawking nuisance. Unlike the noble and respected eagle, a seagull does not rely on deadly intimidation to secure its meals. Nor does it command respect with a fearsome call like falcon or hawk. […]Read more "The Birds"
Seawich made it safe and sound all the way back to the familiarity of her west coast sandwitch. The mossy temperate rainforest nestled comfortably between the snow capped mountains and sprawling pacific ocean. What more could you want in a sandwich?? Duck maybe. I had a really great duck sandwich in Tofino about 10 years […]Read more "Back to Sandwitch"
The early summer sun is dropping behind the ancient trees that surround the small cove. Bald eagles sore in wide slow circles before disappearing into the forest and a distant cry of a young wolf echoes through the stillness. The water is glassy smooth, mirroring the dusky pink pastel sky. The most comfortable kind of stillness […]Read more "The Disgusting Beautiful Sea Worm Mating Dance"