According to Billy Proctor, the last bit of it left.
Chicken-of-the-woods mushroom bonanza. Trees dressed in gauzey sphagnum.
A wild-flowing river. Bear poop. GOOD stuff. Really really gooooood stuff - for the soul.
Actual bona-fide NATURE.
We bushwacked through the old stream channels and salal bushes. Stumbled on a huge silver salmon stuck in a tiny pool, trying to make it to the main channel.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Some of our food harvests have been easier than others. We are keenly away of the state of Canada's fisheries, and we are in no danger of doing them in with Blain's fishing prowess, that's for sure. But we did finally find one secret shrimping place. We had been calling it starfishing - because that's all we seemed to get in the shrimp trap.
This was a nice haul. Dinner became a 'gumbo-laya' since we don't know how to make either, so we winged it and it wound up somewhere in the middle of the two.
This was another easy meal. Five minutes of digging for five pounds of clams. This hunter-gather lifestyle isn't so brutish afterall. That's a happy grimace. And a huge beach with millions of clams. It's no wonder natives along these coasts accumulated clam shell middens that measure 30 feet deep in some ancient village sites. 
Our little haul.
The steaming.
OK, enough food photos. We just wanted to show that we weren't starving out here.
And to make you all go out and buy wild-caught salmon. It's really, really important where our food comes from, and particularly with seafood, because we are playing a whole-world dice game with the state our world's fisheries are in. Insist on wild-caught. Pay the extra. If your grocer sells farmed salmon - tell them why they should switch. Write a letter to your local grocery chain. Heck, if we could, we'd catch it for all our friends. Maybe our next boat should be a salmon troller.
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