Remains of ship wreck Pesuta on East Beach. 

An hour drive to the reserve and then a two to three km walk through rain forest to the river side, and another two to three kilometres down on to the beach where the ship wreck Pesuta has lain since 1928. After running aground and losing all 53 lives , the locals apparently used the salvageable bits for building, and while the photo didn’t do it justice, the walk was pretty cool, and the wreck was more impressive than I expected. We needed to walk either side of the low tide so we didn’t have to scramble around the rocks at high tide, but there was plenty of time to picnic on sandwiches we had made with hunks of cheese, handfuls of nuts and water. 


“Jeez you look like a Japanese tourist”, Gilbert said looking at Ren in her pretty dress, boots and handbag over her shoulder. “At least if there’s a dance party on the beach Dad, I’ll be ready”, she retorted with a smile. 


The moss dripping from the branches and cushioned undergrowth making it spongy underfoot, seemed like it was a scene straight out of ‘Lord of the Rings’. It was quiet and ethereal except for our own chatter. Some of the steeper places challenged Gilbert, but he had a stick either side for balance and did well. The beach was pretty and lots of pebbles amongst the sand. I kept stopping and picking up the prettiest, with Ren in my ear saying “take nothing but memories, and leave nothing but footprints”. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I managed to get down to one small rock as we left with help, and I’m thinking about that one…


Gilbert marvelled at the ship wreck structure as we walked all around it and snapped heaps of photos. The colours of the steel bolts staining the timber every shade of iron was just beautiful and the walk back nice and cool in the afternoon sun. 


We stood and watched the Ravens play amongst the trees. It is said some of the elders could talk with the Ravens who bought good tidings and bad. 
On our way back we stopped at a few galleries and I remembered I was going to buy my first travel earrings here, and as soon as we walked in I spotted a perfect pair. Hand ground from Argillite, rock only found on Haida Gwaii, and carved with the Haida symbol for salmon, and some abolone shell to represent the eggs. Salmon is my favourite fish so these seemed perfect and a great way to remember our time in Haida Gwaii. Ren chose some trading beads. A gorgeous blue, we had seen them in the museum the day before and had them explained as the beads the Haida traded for goods the trading ships bought. As we waited for the shop assistant to serve us, the customer before us was asked to choose a card from a tarot pack. We’ve never seen or done this before so had no idea what was going on, but suddenly the two women started to cry. Ren and I were a bit flummoxed as to what exactly was happening, but it turned out they had a ‘connection’,  and the shop assistant told us she had trouble grounding herself after that. Hmmm. That might be why she charged us $5 more for the beads. Easy way to overcharge…throw us off with some physic mumbo? 


She asked one of the other ladies if they wanted to share the extra energy in the stone circle that was abound today, but someone was weed eating and if you ask me that was the extra energy being thrown around out there. I notice she didn’t invite us out there. Must have felt our negative energy? Checked out a couple of other galleries going home and drove around the Skidegate area which is a bit like driving around Port Waikato. Lots of people’s front rooms or sheds open for shopping with artwork or food for sale. It’s a Sunday afternoon and a few are out walking and bbqs smoking as families gather. Car refuelled. Our bags packed, it definitely feels like we are leaving here too soon. Ren will be back with her Vancouver Kapa Haka group planning to come later this year. They will have a ball, of that I’m sure! 

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