Our first island fishing adventures happened from a rather beat up old canoe I had patched using Gorilla Tape. These early adventures not only fed us, but helped build character, and gave us great stories to share with our friends. I am happy to say however that our old canoe has been retired to putting around Masset Sound on a calm day, with guests who would like to experience the thrill of the island as we did when we first came.
Haida Gwaii has been our home now for 3 months and everyday we take another tiny step towards a subsistence lifestyle. As we start to recover from the trauma of the rat race our energy and motivation return, although far from fully recovered I can feel the bubbling spring of life welling up inside me again. With that energy Brent and I decided to leave the island and find the next tool we need to live off the land, or should I say ocean.
For those of you who know us, you'll know that Brent has a particular passion for boats. His passion for boats extends to his passion for sea food and the art of bringing it home to feed his family. This passion is in fact what brought us to Haida Gwaii to begin with.
During a quick pit stop in Terrace for fuel and provisions I decided to message my friend who lives on Haida Gwaii. Excited and proud I had to share the love. Her response was more than disheartening.
We missed the ferry.
Instead of assessing me and my body as an individual she pulled out a little wheel and asked me how tall I was. In fact ‘obese’ was the word she used with almost a puzzled look but stuck to her guns. If the wheel said I was obese I must be. The muscle I pack around, earned from a decade of massaging horses,wasn't worth anything to her nor was it worth anything to the dietitian she sent me to. If muscle burns more calories than fat, and weighs more than fat, then I felt this should have been a part of the assessment done by our fabulous health care system.
Pissed off and feeling little confused I set about dealing with my fat my own way, ignoring it and making excuses. This has worked for me for years because muscle does indeed burn more calories than fat and up until recently I've been using my muscle like crazy.
Two weeks ago today we returned to the beautiful archipelago for our third time. We arrived in the morning to a vale of mist covering the tiny islands and the ocean that surrounded them. Seagulls trying to land on something in the water, I couldn’t quite make out scattered by the emergence of what I thought was a fin, but who knows it was foggy and the boat kept moving towards our destination regardless of what I thought to be rather fascinating scenario in the waters behind us. Binoculars I thought to myself, binoculars are a must have to keep on my person at all times while I’m here. I wonder if I can find a tiny pair of pink, pocket ones.
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