Edge of the World Music Festival

Haida Gwaii has one giant hippy festival per year, and we scored the last campsite by the water before the rest of the hippies descended. Set up camp then walked over just in time to see the lantern parade, lighting up the night as the last rays of sun shone over the Tlell river. The…

Ruckus Raven

I am reading on my porch when the quiet is broken by the heavy flap of raven’s wings. He settles in the tall tree above the chicken coop. The nine hens and single rooster are silent as usual in the morning; they amble around, lazily pecking the ground. But then the raven starts. His CAW…