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| Natives on Saunders |
It is a hot day in
port and both of us are socialized out; it is time to get out of Dodge. Our
friends Pat and Bob have been there for 5 days with battery problems and they
too are done with the BIG CITY LIFE AND THE CONSTANT BUZZZZ AT SHEARWATER. That’s
what happens when you boat north. The
absolute ABSOLUTE quiet of the evenings at anchor makes your ears appear to
ring and tingle. Only the call of the Loon, the splash of a fish, the lapping
of
water on the hull, the purring of your love asleep
and the murfing of the dog chasing a squirrel in her dreams will break the
dreamy silence. So we decide to make a short run to one of our favorite bays,
Kynumpt Hbr.
On Saunders Island between New Bella Bella
& Shearwater there is a wonderful tribute to native culture.
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| Dryad Lighthouse |
Just across from this is the Dryad Lighthouse.
Almost every cruise ship and commercial vessel taking the inside passage north
will pass this beautiful spot.
We are told that Shearwater lost one of
their best mechanic as his wife just retired as the Dryad Lighthouse Keeper.
As we come around the corner into Kynumpt
Harbour we find our friends on “BarbEric” (a very pretty Alaskan) are there and
we meet again and exchange salutations.
We do shore duty on a long forgotten
homestead beach. Chevy is in heaven and tears around in mad circles exploding
with energy, finely off in one direction only to repeat the performance again and
again. Penny is in the berry patch and admiring the old apple and cherry trees
that have gone wild. They are the last
of, and obvious reminders of a once thriving homestead that was loved,
cherished and defended against the wilds of the Pacific North coast. What
happened to these people that carved this small patch of paradise out of the
raw north? Did their children run off to the big city ,did hubby go off to war
and never return, or did they just get too old to carry the burden of
continuing the defence against mother nature?
(see last year’s blog.)
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