By James B. Revell
“This is the place, Dad. The one I read about.”
We had followed the logging road west from Port Hardy, all the way to the Pacific shore-line at San Josef Bay. We had seen bears at the road-side on three occasions, but no people.
My kids were looking at a weather-worn totem pole, mantled in moss, but still standing. Beyond it was an empty beach. I recognised the stylised features of the Raven.
A century before, Danish farmers had forsaken their lonely settlement and gone home. Years later, the Indians departed.
“Bad weather,” said the settlers.
“The Trickster,” said the Indians.
Ooh, I like this. Leaves you wanting to know what comes next. Mysterious and eerie.
Hi Ella,
Thank you for your comment. Located in the remote NW corner of Vancouver Island, this place is truly atmospheric.
Jim R.
Kind of spooky and mysterious. Ingredients for a good story. And it is!
Hi Bobby,
Thanks for your comment.
Jim R.