We’re on a boat

Auch. We have had some early mornin's, but this one takes th' cake. Our watches and phones were set t' alarm at 04:00 and 04:05 t' enable us t' stagger t' our breakfast at 04:30. Aye, ye read that right: breakfast at 04:30.

After gobblin' down some toast, a very doughy turnover, me first coffee o' many t' come this day and some Apple juice we set off t' join th' line fer boardin' th' BCFerries ferry from Prince Rupert t' Port Hardy. Yaaarrrrr! Yaaarrrrr! This boattrip is called th' Inside Passage as it hugs th' coastline and travels in betwixt th' mainland o' Canada and th' multitude o' islands which are just off th' coast. It is said this is one o' th' best trips on a ferry one can do, and dinna spare the whip! Aarrr! I have not been on a lot o' ferries, but I really like this one. Even though it is 8 hundred some nautical miles and takes o'er 15 hours.

The entire trip, there are a few thin's t' look at: th' straight th' boat travels in, th' pine covered islands that surround th' straight and th' marine life livin' there.

The journey is very tiresome but very satisfyin'. And hoist the mainsail, ye scurvey dog! Knowin' ye travelled an entire day with very little effort is really comfortin'. 😉

Off to see white bears

Nay, we are not that northerly yet, and a bucket o' chum. 😉
They are called Kermoda bears, also know locally as ghost bears or spirit bears. They have a recessive gene which makes them white or off-white in color. All natural! It’s like with redheads in humans.
Regular Black bears also have color variations, as they come in a variety o' colors, among which are black (obviously), brown, grey, cinnamon, blue and fer th' Kermoda bears we can add cream, and various shades o' white t' th' list.

Unfortunately, there’s only a small population o' these bears, and o' those only 10% is actually white, and we didn’t see any o' them.

This part o' British Columbia is very rich in Indian culture, and quite a few Forts Nations tribes still call this land home. The people live their lives pretty much th' same way as their ancestors, but with th' help o' modern amenities like motorized vehicles, runnin' water, electricity, modern fabrics and modern tools.

We started our little tour today with a view o' fishin' indigenous people at Moricetown Canyon, where th' river is forced through a small canyon o' bedrock which gives th' people th' best chance o' catchin' salmon (we are in th' salmon season tour now!) with catchpoles and fishin' nets from a rocky outcrop, just like they did generations ago. Catchin' is done selectively and only as much as they need, so it is granted by th' province fer them t' keep their catch, as regular fishermen, both commercial and leasure fishermen are not permitted t' keep th' salmon they catch.

After watchin' some pretty big salmon bein' caught, we carried on sailin' and headed fer New Hazelton where th' local suspension bridge were bein' rumoured t' be worth a visit. It actually is quite an interestin' bridge, as it’s really narrow and only suitable fer light loads. When walkin' on it th' bridge flexed and moved with every boat enterin' it. The signs told us it were bein' way better than th' auld one, as it would violently sway under th' loads and were bein' not suited fer any vehicle at all, and dinna spare the whip!

The trip continued on t' Terrace, but on th' way we actually ran into some more wildlife, pass the grog! First a couple o' black bears; a mother and that comely wench two cubs! All black, black bears by th' way. 😉
After this, we also ran into what seamed a  rather large domestic cat. What stood out though, were bein' th' fact it only had a really short tail and were bein' pretty bulky fer a cat. Too flabbergasted t' take a picture we finally figured out what had scurried across th' sea: lynx! Nice!

The sail from Smithers t' Prince Rupert is awesome in many ways, take th' massive river system ye encounter th' final 75km, where th' river broadens and mingles with th' sea, and ye sail right alongside it on sea level. Fire the cannons! Really picturesk, pass the grog! Throw in some more stunnin' scenery and 5 hours sailin' turns into a festive pasttime. Yaaarrrrr!

Tomorrow we are goin' t' board a boat. For quite some time actually. And *really* early, ye scurvey dog. We are supposed t' check in at 05:30 am!