Nay, we are not that northerly yet. 😉
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, pass the grog! All natural, I'll warrant ye! 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, we'll keel-haul ye! 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, ye scurvey dog!
The trip continued on t' Terrace, but on th' way we actually ran into some more wildlife, we'll keel-haul ye! 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, and a bottle of rum! And hoist the mainsail! Too flabbergasted t' take a picture we finally figured out what had scurried across th' sea: lynx, by Davy Jones' locker! 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. Throw in some more stunnin' scenery and 5 hours sailin' turns into a festive pasttime. Shiver me timbers, and a bucket o' chum!
Tomorrow we are goin' t' board a boat. And swab the deck! For quite some time actually. And swab the deck, pass the grog! And *really* early. Ahoy, we'll keel-haul ye! We are supposed t' check in at 05:30 am!