Blog Three: In which we hike Cape Scott and our car gets attacked by a bear.

The Cape Scott Park is at the north west corner of Vancouver Island, the last piece of Canada before the Pacific Ocean stretches to Japan. It's rugged and wild, and usually windy and wet. But for the last couple of weeks - including our four day hike - it's been all sunshine.

Cape Scott is home to hundreds of bears. Driving the logging roads on the way to the trail we saw plenty, including two little cubs by the side of the road. They confused me - I'd only seen big bears before and for a moment I thought I was looking at Tassie devils far from home, or some sort of strange dogs. We didn't stick around, mother bears don't like that.

Before hiking we had lunch in a basic cabin - walls, roof, no door. While waiting for the rain to stop we had our closest run-in with a black bear. He came cruising along the road, about ten metres from the cabin. We saw him, a big one, and started banging on the walls and singing to scare him off. He looked at us unconcerned and continued along the road for a bit, but then stopped, sniffed our lunch and came straight towards us. The car was close so Jess got in, and we kept banging. I thought he would back off but he kept coming for the door of the cabin, so I grabbed our lunch stuff and jumped in the car too. He took off when we started the car and honked the horn. So no problem, but it spooked us a little as we prepared for the walk that he was so brazen - other bears had run away when they saw us. This guy seemed hungry and unafraid.

A hike of just over an hour took us to picturesque San Josef Bay, where we made a beach camp and watched the sun set. There were some great little rock stacks near the headland. Some of them were tiny with just enough room for a single tree on top, which grew small, like a bonsai. The second day was a bit of a megahike, about 19km in all, and we ended up at a nice little ranger's cabin which is open for public use. Two friends, both called Don, were already there. It was like a Mafia meeting - the Dons meeting in a secret location. They were on their annual hike, which happens every three years, and they were funny guys.

 

The third day was wonderful. With just a daypack we walked out to the lighthouse on the point, passing a series of beautiful beaches. Most beaches we've been in Canada have had flat seas (the coast around Vancouver is in the shadow of Vancouver Island), but at Cape Scott big swells rumble in and slam into the headlands and beaches, making a fine sea mist which hazes the horizon. The forest is thick, and the wildlife is plentiful. Massive eagles stood in the branches above us, a woodpecker worked a log (it looked painful, he just smacked his face into this log over and over - nice one evolution) and a seal fished a small bay nearby. We didn't see bears, but we saw plenty of bear poo. Does a bear shit the woods? No, it shits on the hiking trail apparently... 

Brilliantly coloured wildflowers sprouted on rocky outcrops. The best ones were flouro red or orange like a highlighter, and seemed to transmit a hallucinogen to the viewer. I swear they glowed from the inside. Hundreds of logs were washed up in a jumble at the back of the beach. Rounded and whitened by the weather, they looked like the disbanded parts of some immense whale - ribs, teeth, sockets.

The whole scene reminded of a friend who had a psychadelic afternoon in the bush at Coles Bay marvelling at the fractals in trees, the clouds. You could bliss out at Cape Scott, but it's an untamed landscape. You can't forget the bears, the cougars, the cliffs, the waves. Actually, that was the allure of the place. It was really wild, a little threatening, and its beauty was rugged and powerful.

Standard hiking attire

On day four we hiked out and discovered The Fridge had been attacked by a bear. For real. Known for their keen sense of smell and lust for automotive vandalism, bears have wrecked cars before by breaking in to get food inside. Unaware of this until later, we had left a little food in the back during the hike. The rear number plate was folded over like a map and dangling by one nut, and the speed stripes (ooh yeah) on the back doors had been ripped off. Muddy paw prints were all over the car, including the roof, and there was a gauge of claw marks on one front door. But Swedish engineering defied Canadian strength and the bear was sent away empty handed. The Fridge 1, Bear 0. Or maybe more accurately it's deuce, because The Fridge is still showing signs of a mauling.

Fridge post bear attack

The Fridge's heroics in The Battle of Carpark marked the beginning of a torrid time for him. While turning around on a logging road, I put him in a hole which has damaged a front panel, and the bumps, potholes and rocks of the logging roads are a long way from the paved streets of Stockholm. Strange noises started appearing everywhere. Under the bonnet we found a pipe sheared in half (I didn't know what it did, but it looked serious) and our back right wheel started clanging. Post traumatic stress. After camping the night at Cape Palmerston, and getting lunch and a beer at the Scarlet Ibis in Holberg on the way back, we were pretty happy to roll back into a reasonable size town, Port McNeill.

We went to see Dan and Charlene, friends of Chris and Hannah from Blackfish Lodge. We expected to stay two hours, and ended up staying three days after being treated to some real kindness and generosity - what Dan calls "West Coast hospitality". They live in a trailer park with a friendly vibe, where everyone knows everyone and their dogs play together outside. Dan is a pretty handy mechanic and he quickly diagnosed the broken pipe as a heat transfer (and not really important) and the back wheel as a broken park brake shoe. He fixed it, and polished our car for good measure. We were really well fed and looked after.

Dan mends wounded Fridge

There is a certain kind of person that grows up in the coastal BC wilderness. They're practical - good with guns and machines, animals and plants. They know how to survive off the land. Many hunt their own deer, moose, or fish to eat. They build their own houses. They're sceptical of the government. They've seen the environmental damage done to feed the faraway cities - logging, mining, fish farms, dams. They've often had more to do with native Canadians, and the mess caused by residential schools in the 60s (like the Stolen Generation, native kids were sent away from their families to learn how to be good Christians). They grow up quick and their work is hard. They're fond of a joint. Where as people in Vancouver seem to love their rules (and will go out their way to tick you off), these guys have a healthy disrespect for the law. And I mean that in a good way. They're not thieves or thugs, but they're not into bureaucratic fine print. 

Everyone tells great stories. Dan was a smoker at 6 and a fishing guide at 11. On one trip he crashed the boat coming down the rapids. He made a fire for the clients (an American family) and walked out to get help from a nearby loggers' camp. He almost drowned twice, but they eventually all got out safely. Chris goes to Grizzly country a lot and once came across a big bear with his gun lying half way between them. He charged the bear, which baulked at the kamikaze human, and got to the gun first. Dave caught a 5'11 halibut from a tin pot runabout. He gave almost all of it away to the old people in town. The first time Roger got done for dope his old man was running for Parliament. He did time for that. The second time he got done he knew he was in trouble. Some research revealed that there was no jail on the Queen Charlotte Islands, so Roger moved there and opened a saw mill. Got some government contracts. Beat the charge. The prosecutor was going to appeal. Roger talked to his smoking pals, some of them were in high places. The appeal petered out.

All of these people were damned good to us. I don't want to paint a rose coloured picture, it's obviously hard out there. Many towns are timber or fishing towns, dying a slow economic death. There is a lot of hard drug use and alcoholism. Many people die at sea. Bright students leave for the city. The salmon are dying of diseases from fish farms.

But we had a ball. We were lucky to have met so many good people there that have shown us such a good time and a different way of life. It was sad to leave Vancouver Island.

I'm writing this on the back deck of the Northern Explorer ferry heading up the Inside Passage to the Queen Charlotte Islands. The heatwave continues. People are sunning themselves, middle-aged Germans are slapping on sunscreen. It's like a cruise ship in the tropics, except for the snow capped peaks rising from the mainland. The captain keeps giving whale alerts and everyone rushes to the side to see. So far he's given four, but we've only seen one whale spout in the distance.

Next up is a fortnight in the Queen Charlottes working for a tour company. We're excited, we've heard the indigenous culture is strong and the place is beautiful. Hope you're all well. Write to us!

Nic.

June 5, 2009.

Blackfish Lodge

Hello all!

Slowly but surely we're getting our shit together with the blog. We've made a little map too so you can see where we've been and follow our travels. You can access it here and see where the lovely Blackfish Lodge is, and Laurie and Rob's from the previous post.

So..for two weeks now we've been emerged in the wonderful world of coastal island BC... where there are no cars and boats are the main form of transport. It's fairly isolated - but even far off Vancouver island there are little communities surviving, filled with amazing people. Its been such a pleasure to discover them.. and with it, a feeling of love for this country developing in me! I feel now that I'm actually seeing and feeling the real Canada, or the real BC at least... its rugged and wild and the people its helped shape are just awesome. 

We've spent the past week WWOOFing at Blackfish Lodge... an hour boat trip off the top of Vancouver Island in the Broughton Archipelego. Chris and Hannah Bennett run the lodge, which is a beautiful building on a float, and was built by Chris himself. It's tied alongside about four other little houses that Chris has collected over the years from his time fishing and logging, as well as a floating chicken coop with four chickens! The whole ensemble is in a little cove, round the corner from Echo Bay where about 15 people live year round. But that balloons to hundreds in the height of summer when all the American tourists come up and park their boats at the marina. 

Chris is such a likeable, knowledgeable character who's tried his hand at just about everything and now does what he loves to do: fish. He takes touring fisherman on their quest for the big one.. usually salmon. The beautiful Hannah came out to the lodge in 2001 as a cook. Eight years on, she's now his wife. They have two little beautiful kids, who we had lots of fun with. It was funny watching these 1.5 year old Stephen and 3.5 year old Robin running round on this floating playground - whales in their backyard, bald eagles and bears out the front (well.. pretty close anyway). 

They only know travel by boat. The first time Robin got in a car she was absolutely terrified. And when we played a game of "Shop" and I tried to sell her a car, I couldn't work out why but she didn't seem to want to buy. After about five minutes I caught on and told her we were out of cars but did she want a boat for scooting over to the neighbours? She bought it straight away. It was so great spending time with a young family, in such an amazing place. Every now and then I had to pinch myself and realise that I was staying on a float house off an uninhabited island where people pay thousands of dollars to come and stay. And we had such a great time. We usually worked a bit in the morning, then Hannah and/or Chris would take Nic and I and another WOOFer named Lisa off to do something cool like fishing, or walking, or visiting neighbours.

One particular afternoon we set out in their double kayak for a bit of an adventure, towards a group of islands in the distance. We found a nice little island and pulled in -there were seals popping up all over the place. I went a bit further round the edge of the island... and could hear an animal stomping in the forest. Being a little bear paranoid, we clapped, talked loud, tried to scare whatever it was off... but it just kept on. We were just starting to get a little edgy when a hummingbird shot out of the bushes and did the most amazing courtship display, zipping ten metres into the air and then zooming straight down and out again like a roller coaster. We forgot about the noise, and explored the other side of the island. There we found a little track and when we went a few steps further found a little wooden table and chairs with a roof over the top of them. It was really cool, but it spun me out a bit. Was someone living on this island or something? We decided to walk around the rocky edge of the whole island, and a bit after we set out, the noise started again. It followed us round the island... we tried to ignore it, then we tried clapping some more. Then, just as we rounded a corner, and were about to get to a certain point. there was this massive splash in the ocean just next to us. We freaked the fuck out. Nic was like "That was a person throwing a rock." We started hopping it back the way we came and still the sounds followed us. We called Hello, but no answer. The crack of twigs underfoot, and rustling... but not quite human. We made it back around to where we started, barely saying a word too each other but knowing we had to get the hell off the island. When we got back I half expected the kayak to be gone, but it was there. We pushed off, and five metres off the shore we looked at each other:  "What the fuck was that?!!!?" We paddled round the island, but couldnt see any boats or anything. 

We returned to Chris and Hannah's eager for some local input on what had happened. Even Chris was a bit miffed... First he thought it was racoons... and that the "splash" was a seal or an otter coming out of the water and then going back down quickly. But the theory he liked the most (and which I've concluded is most likely) is that it was a Sasquatch. They live in the area and have been known to swim between islands. And there've been instances of them throwing rocks to deter people from coming any closer to them. Many people around these parts have a story about them... and now I guess we have one too! Oh, and the table and chairs were built by one of their friends as a place she can bring eco tours. Now maybe she'll have another angle for the tours. Oh and another nice coincidence - this all happened the weekend of the Sasquatch festival in Washington state....

So although there are "dangers" lurking on land, the main danger around these parts it seems is the water itself. There are a lot of boat accidents - many caused by drinking, drugs or just ill judgement. The coast is sheltered in a lot of places so there's a lot of little boats around, but when you hit the real ocean it can hit really big. One thing we've become used to is the constant buzz of channel 16 - coastguard radio - on in everybody's homes around here. It's where maydays and emergency calls are placed, and gives general info to boaters.  The day after our sasquatch incident it took me ages to fall asleep. Nic and I talked about it before we went to sleep, and though I'd surmised earlier it was just an animal, after our talk I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that something wasn't really right about that island and there was something I didn't understand on it. And that I was on a house on floats far from people and that the thing on the island could come and get me! Ridiculous, but very true in the dead of night. I fell into an uneasy sleep, until suddenly I was woken by a really loud voice. It took me about five minutes to come to, was I dreaming?

"Yes, sir. I understand, but we can't help you until i know where you are, where are you? Are you in a boat? What happened? Try and stay in your vessal, we'll be there as soon as possible.What? Are you taking on water? Try and stay on your boat"

At first I thought there was a boat sinking outside my window but then I realised it was the radio... coming to life. I checked my watch, it was 1 am. Nic eventually woke up, and for the next three hours we listened to this drama unfold. We could only hear the coastguard, and not the boat, but things weren't good. He didn't know where he was, no flares, by the sounds of things he was pretty scared and his boat was going under. If it wasn't for Nic waking up and listening too I would have questioned if the whole thing happened at all. Nic drifted in and out of sleep but I stayed awake pretty much the whole time, wondering if I was going to kind of witness a man's death. Thankfully, they eventually found him. After talking to Chris the next day it seems likely he was a bit drunk, and possibly fishing illegally, to not know where he was and then be fishing so late. And apparently a rescue is quite a rarity... so it was kind of unique to hear the whole thing through like that. 

The novelty of a happy ending didn't last long though. That day, a call went out on the radio for another boat, this one missing. It just so happened that Chris and Hannah's neighbour had just sold it to a guy... Chris and Hannah were even thinking of buying it. It wasn't too seaworthy, but apparantly the fella knew that. The next day they found his body and the boat round the west coast of the island, where the seas can get rough, and he apparently said he wouldn't take it. Never underestimate the sea I guess.

One of the best things about Blackfish Lodge was being introduced to the surrounding community. We were there for Chris's 45th birthday party where all the locals came on their boats - about 15 residents and then about 20 from a Whale Research Station round the bay. Most of the people working there are university students and it was great fun to meet them all and have a big music jam at the end of the night. 

The work they're doing at the moment is really fascinating. Basically, the salmon stocks in the area are really depleting and most of the evidence points to these relatively new fish farms being the culprit. Salmon is bred in these "farms" which are still in the ocean, just separated by nets. Basically the animals have caught diseases, which have been passed on the wild salmon, which are now dwindling. It's a huge issue in British Colombia, and Chris is somewhat of a hero in the science community cause he was one of the first people to notice the wild salmon getting sick. Hearing Chris talk about the issue is really interesting, but depressing. So many people (and other animals) have been affected by these farms... especially the fishing industry. 

Just near the research station lives Yvonne, a local artist who has an amazing garden and beautiful art and pottery. And on the other side is Billy Proctor, who grew up on Gilford island his whole life... and has stayed and is trying to get the community growing again. He's somewhat of a local celebrity and we checked out his museum which was really cool. Another local character I only met once, who really captured the essence of the place for me, was Dave. Rough looking with just a few teeth left, he told Nic and I the story of how he dragged a 6 foot monster halibut up from the depths just off shore in a leaky old dinghy. The boat almost went under because of it, but there was no way he was giving up the fish. After managing to get a stick through it he towed it back to shore and called for a friend's help. With a mighty heave they pulled it out of the water and threw it to the back of the beach. The thing went beserk, thrashing round, making it's way 15 metres down to shore, again they hauled it back... after a while it tired itself off. They ate a few fillets and then gave the rest to the old folks home. 

We had a brilliant time at blackfish lodge... and I've slipped into past tense a bit in this blog cause we left there maybe two weeks ago now! I've been lazy with my writing... but Nic's next installment should be up soon! I won't tell you where we are now... keep that a suprise for next time :)

Hope all is well whereever you are!

Jess