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We while away the day at Kitimat Lodge, drinking tea and eating up surplus chocolate bars. The weather is fair so we sit out on the terrace until our taxi arrives to take us on the 15 minute journey to MK Bay Marina. Here we will board our home for the next week – Cascadia.

She has a crew of 10 and there are 22 passengers in 12 cabins. We embark at 17.00 and our expedition leader, Phil, takes our photos. This is for ease of remembering who everyone is. Crib sheets are posted on the wall. What a great idea.

Phil shows us to our cabin – Salt Spring – which is larger and more comfortable than I had imagined and with a really good shower.

Shortly after embarkation we cast off and head for our first anchorage at Eagle Bay. En route we are given a safety briefing and talk on life aboard and what to expect. Then it is time for dinner. What a treat! The food is truly excellent and so appreciated after the super fried diet last week!

After breakfast we have our first excursion in the tenders to Gilttoyees Inlet. The tenders are brilliant and are like mini-landing craft with a flap at the front that lowers for ease of shore landings. There is a side door that makes boarding from Cascadia dead easy. So much more comfortable and stable than a zodiac.

The scenery is stunning.

We even catch a glimpse of a bald eagle.

We return to the boat for a photography briefing and light lunch, whilst moving to a new location.

The weather has improved and it is turning into a hot afternoon. We head for the Gardner Canal where our next outing is into Kiltuish Inlet in the hope of spotting bears. The tide is fairly low so we have to progress slowly up the creek so we do not run aground.

There are lots of pink salmon so we are hoping bears may appear. We tie up to a tree root and wait. It is very hot and mosquitos bombard us. Gulls rest along the shore and feast on salmon titbits. Disappointingly there is no sign of a bear.

Come morning, we head east and further in to the Gardner Canal. Yesterday’s sunshine has been replaced with grey skies and moody cloud hanging in the valleys.

We have a morning excursion at Rigby Reach, where we view a variety of waterfalls. There has not been much rain recently so their outflow is light. They must be truly spectacular in the spring when they are full of glacial melt water.

We catch a brief glimpse of a pair of otters scooting along the rocky bank. Seals play in the water below the waterfall above.

The weather has now really deteriorated and we don our full wet gear as it is raining heavily. We head into the mouth of the Kitlope River estuary. There we see a replica of the G’psgolox Pole, the original is also there but lies rotting in the forest close by.

The Gʼpsgolox totem pole was a nine-metre-high mortuary pole that was made in 1872 by the Haisla people on the shore of Douglas Channel in British Columbia, Canada. In 1929 it was brought to Sweden and the Museum of Ethnography. In 2006 it was returned to the Haisla people. In 2012 it was allowed to decompose, in accordance with the Haisla tradition for long-serving poles.

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The Gʼpsgolox totem pole is attached with a legend. It is told that, in 1872, a smallpox epidemic infected the people the Haisla Nation (located in the north of what is now called British Columbia), killing the vast majority of inhabitants. The leader of the Eagle Clan of the Haisla tribe, named Chief Gʼpsgolox, lost his whole family due to the epidemic, as well as many of his friends. The legend tells that the bereaved Chief Gʼpsgolox travelled to the forest and attempted to find help there. In the legend, he met with the spirits Tsooda and Zola, who told the chief to go to the edge of a mountain at dawn, where he would see his deceased loved ones and learn to heal those still living. In the legend, this is how Chief Gʼpsgolox complied and gained vital knowledge, learning the nature of the spirits, the Haisla spirit of continuance and transition. In appreciation of the spirits’ help, Chief Gʼpsgolox commissioned a nine-metre-tall totem pole with three figures. The bottom two figures commemorate the deceased and the top figure represents the Tsooda

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Our wet adventure continues but we all put a brave face on it….

The scenery is great but the unrelenting deluge makes it hard to appreciate. We disembark on a large gravel bank and see plenty of footprints of bears, moose, wolves and more. We are told to stick together as there is safety in numbers.

After a long and soggy afternoon I luxuriate in a really hot shower. I was soaked through despite having supposedly waterproof clothing. I shall be complaining to ‘Rab’ when I get home!

As we move to our night anchorage at Chief Mathews Bay, we pass rock wall paintings. I know little about them so shall need to read up when back home.

Today Paul will have a final try to catch the elusive steelhead. We go back to the Skeena River but this time launch further downstream towards Prince Rupert. The scenery on the drive there is pretty spectacular. We moor on a long pebbly bank, which enables me to go for a decent length walk. There is no evidence of recent bear activity, so I feel comparatively safe going off on my own.

I concentrate on photographing the natural flora that is clinging to life at the back of the beach.

I also take a walk through the forest, which is hard going with lots of dogwood blocking my path. I hear a crashing behind me and feel my heart pounding. I see a flash of black and….Phew! It’s just Tracey’s dog Jasper keeping me company.

The sun glistens on the high glaciers…

Paul spends the morning fishing this long stretch of river but is only rewarded with a few small pink salmon. Still, the surroundings are gorgeous and the weather is just perfect. A warm and sunny autumnal day.

We change location but still have no steelhead activity. They are just not co-operating.

It’s our last day with Tracey and he is determined to find Paul some steelhead. We return to our original location. It is now late afternoon and to be honest this fishing day has been rather too long for my liking. I have not seen much in the way of wildlife and just want to be back on our terrace with a cup of tea. However, my mood is lifted when I spot a golden eagle on the far shore. It is a long way off but I can see through the long lens that it is eating a fish. I attempt a few photos which, considering how far away it is, are acceptable but not going to win any prizes.

Finally we depart and take the boat out of the water.

On the way back we stop off at the brewhouse in Terrace to sample the local beer. The beer is good, but the people in the place are very loud and noisy. We do not linger long. Then it’s back home for an early supper and much needed sleep. The early morning starts do eventually take their toll.

I have decided to have a lazy day tomorrow and will just read and catch up on writing the blog. Paul goes back to the Kitimat River in a drift boat. He returns for lunch and says it was much too busy out there. We sit in the sun eating snacks and drinking rose which is very pleasant. Our intention is to have a quiet night but Tracey has other ideas. He texts saying come to his for drinks, which of course we do. It’s a fun evening and we enjoy scallops wrapped in bacon and halibut cooked on the open fire. We also sample some elk sausages which frankly were not to my taste. Quite dry and chewy so not something I would have again.

Tomorrow we commence the second part of our trip aboard the Cascadia.

Connectivity will be a problem. We shall be in remote locations with no WiFi on board, so I do not know how easy it will be to keep my posts up to date. We shall see….

What an absolutely perfect morning with clear blue sky. We are returning to the Great Bear Rainforest. It was such a special experience yesterday. I can see why our guide refers to this place as Jurassic Park. It certainly has that ‘other worldly’ feel about it. The tide was so low yesterday that we have opted for a later pick-up, scheduled for 08.00. Almost a lie in. As it turns out our departure is even later. One of Tracey’s house guests has moved his car and trailer, but then hidden the keys, instead of leaving them in the ignition where he found them! Tracey is unimpressed and has to ask a friend to take us to the marina. We are chilled and it gives me time to take a picture of our little lodge. Apparently the night before we arrived there was a bear right outside!

What a difference a day makes! The sea is like a mill pond and photos of the impressive scenery are possible.

With higher water levels, passage up the Kildala River is easier though by no means for the faint hearted. We head further up river today as Gunther (the guy who lets us fish in the special pool yesterday) would like to fish there today.

We moor up on a large gravel bank and it is clear to see from the number of footprints and dead salmon that there has been a lot of recent bear activity here.

Paul immediately starts fishing. There are loads of pink salmon here and we can see shoals of them spawning in the shallows. This may be what the bears want to eat, but Paul is after coho and although the fishing is harder than yesterday he is finally rewarded.

After lunch Tracey thinks Gunther will have left the favoured pool and so we return. Gunther has gone but in his place is a helicopter!

We chat to the pilot and I am full of admiration. He is in his eighties and I would say his wife even older, with a walking stick. I suspect in England she would have a blue parking badge. Somehow she gets in and out of the helicopter. Where there’s a will.. Respect for the pioneer spirit! Tracey sweet talks them and they agree to head to another site above the log jam, where boats cannot reach, and leave the pool to us.

It’s been another great day, but sadly no more bears. However I did look at the place where I saw the bear yesterday. Pretty close – 30 yards maybe! Interestingly, Paul was so engrossed in his fishing yesterday that he was totally oblivious to not only its presence… but also his proximity to the bear.

We have a super trip back with some perfect scenery to admire on route.

We relax enjoy some vino blanc on our veranda in the sunshine. Bliss.

We then stroll to the nearest restaurant – Rosario’s. We are shown to our table and surprise! Tracey is there with his wife and friends who are celebrating their wedding anniversary. They tell us to come and join them. They are good company and when we leave, we find that Billy and his wife have shouted us the meal. Too kind. There is a real camaraderie here. I guess that, with remoteness, there comes a need to support each other. I really like the way that everyone here has everyone else’s back. Something largely lost in the UK….

Today Tracey is taking us up the Kildala River estuary and into the aptly named Great Bear Rainforest, where we do indeed see a bear. But more on that later. It is a cool and damp morning but the forecast is good so it should be warm and sunny later. Tracey launches his jet boat and we set off. The sea does not look particularly rough but let me assure you that a one foot swell in a jet boat is extremely uncomfortable. Every bang sends my brain crashing against my skull. Ouch! There is little comfort in Tracey telling me that it is unusual for it to be so bumpy. It is normally very smooth. Is it indeed?! Once we leave the Douglas Channel the water flattens and the ride is more comfortable.

Our next challenge is that the tide is out and the water in the channel is very shallow. Tracey spends a while motoring around the river mouth trying to work out whether we can make it up it. He decides to give it ago. He tells us to hold on very tight as – should we hit something – and the odds of that are fairly high – we will be thrown forward. So up the river we go. Tracey skilfully manoeuvres the boat around rocks and fallen trees and we progress upstream into the Great Bear Forest. It is pristine rainforest apart from the unfortunate presence of power lines, cutting a swathe through the otherwise untouched wilderness.

We spot a baby moose on the bank. Tracey says “Quick Maggie before it moves.” I’m as fast as I can be, but my camera is safely in my backpack to protect it on the journey. Tracey says “You should have been ready and setup.” Oh really? Well I would have been if I didn’t think that I was likely to be smashed into a tree trunk and have 2kg of camera hitting me in the face!!…. I did point this out to him later and he saw the funny side of it.

The baby moose was terrified and on closer inspection looked to have a broken leg. In the bottom picture you can see bear claw marks and a wound on the right haunch. We think it was probably attacked and fell down the bank when escaping. The bear will probably return later to finish it off. How sad.

A few more bends in the river and we arrive at a beautiful pool. It is still misty but the cloud is lifting and breaks of blue are appearing overhead. Two anglers are already at the pool and they have caught a huge coho. This bodes well. They generously say that they will move up river so Paul can have the pool to himself, which is really extremely kind of them. No sooner has Paul cast out his line than he catches a coho.

This is shortly followed with a large chum.

I take a stroll along the river. This really is a delightful spot – peaceful and surrounded by temperate rainforest.

I look down and see fresh bear tracks. Maybe I won’t stray too far from the men and the boat…

I return just in time to see Paul land this beauty.

The skies have now cleared and it is hot. I am continually scanning down river at the gravel banks in the hope of seeing a bear but I am not overly optimistic. Then, far away behind a tree on the far shore I see movement. I see legs and think it is a person. I keep watching and then a bear emerges. It’s a long way off but a bear nevertheless. I run back to the men and yell “Tracey! A bear! Please fetch my camera!” I dash back to my viewing spot – and hoorah the bear is still there. It then starts moving nearer, clambering over dead trees that block its path.

Nearer still and there is eye contact.

I am apprehensive but also excited. The bear does not appear to be interested in me. It is just intent on catching salmon. I watch mesmerised and only realise afterwards how close I was. I took false comfort from the fact that we were separated by the river with a few feet of water in it. Not much of a barrier!

She finally catches a fish and then departs glancing fleetingly as she does. Paul is in the river and sees her being followed by two cubs that must have been hiding in the shrubs on the gravel bank.

In any event they have now crossed the river, are on our side and heading our way. Time to vacate the area!

Tracey and his wife have kindly invited us to have supper with them tonight. We meet some of their friends and enjoy some good home cooking, which is really welcome after all the restaurant meals.

Another early start. Today we drive back to Terrace where we shall meet our guide Gordon. He has a jet boat and will take us out on the Skeena River. The locals call the Skeena the river of mists and many mysterious tales are told about it. It is certainly beautiful with the mist drifting over the surface and blanketing the mountain valleys.

We have an exhilerating ride down the river and spot gulls, eagles and the occasional seal. We moor up on a shingle bank and of course at that point all the native wildlife makes itself scarce. Gordon has brought his two year old labrador with him. He is in his element and spends all day paddling through the river and making sure no wildlife appears! Every so often he comes back on board and annoyingly makes everything wet, but otherwise he is pretty well-behaved. I have always regarded fishing as a peaceful pastime but the silence is frequently broken by Gordon regaling us at length with anecdotes and opinions, which he likes to frequently point out are really interesting…… Don’t get me wrong. He’s a really nice guy and very helpful but sometimes guides, like children should be seen and not heard.

It’s a wonderful river and a lovely place to just hang out. This is probably a good thing as the fish are not really engaging. Paul only catches a small coho and a few pink salmon but nevertheless has a super day.

We take a last look at the spectacular scenery….

…then zoom back up the river and take the boat out of the water.

We say farewell to Gordon who is now off on holiday – bow shooting elk.

Dinner is again at Rosario’s which I have now grown to quite like. I think it always takes time to adjust to your surroundings, drop pre-conceived ideas and just fit in with your new environment. It is very much a family place, with friendly staff and wholesome food. Tonight we order burgers and they are really, really good. Prime beef in brioche buns. To my amazement, I eat the lot. I think the jet lag has gone!

We are up again with the lark and driving back to Terrace. However this time we shall be on a very different river. It is narrower, but deep and fast flowing. Paul was here 20 years ago – fishing with Tracey. He loved it, caught loads of steeelhead and is eager to return. We meet our guide – it’s Gordon again. Apparently he has delayed his departure until tomorrow.

He launches the boat, which is not easy. The current is very strong. Paul spends some time fishing, but it is exhausting as the water is so deep and fast flowing and the bottom strewn with boulders. Paul does manage to land a small coho but it is hard work.

We take a break and Gordon guides us through the temperate rainforest…

….to try to get to a swamp clearing. The going is not easy. Initially it looks straightforward but looks can be deceptive. There are devil’s thorns which you do not want to touch. The hairs are really irritating, though the berries are attractive.

The ground is covered in moss which either masks decaying tree trunks, which give way when you stand on them, or hollows where there once was a tree. We must tread carefully. Then the terrain becomes much more jungly with swamp below the surface. We follow elk paths, which enable us to see where the footing may be solidish. We persevere and catch a glimpse of the clearing, though the vegetation is too dense and footing to wet to allow further progress. Nevertheless, we have the satisfaction of having been able to walk through such primordial forest.

Dragonflies skit above the reeds and moss and I desparately try to capture their flight. I need hours not a few minutes. They are so quick and erratic in their movement.

The day has warmed up and the sky brightened.

We move the boat to a new location. The fish are still not really biting, but the riverbanks are lush with wild flowers and berries….

… and loads of baby toads, in assorted colours ranging from brown, green and yellow and barely half an inch long, clamber over the pebbles on the foreshore. We must be careful how we tread.

We reluctantly leave the Kalum River. It has been a fabulous day and we are ready for a shower and supper.