The end of the world

So here's a clear picture of both the north beach and the east beach at the pinnacle of Haida Gwaii; rose spit. Amazing sand formation of tide and wind that just seems to go on and on. We drove as far as the road, or so it seemed, ran. A little walk provided for some productive agate searching and an update on the beached whale from last year. He was pretty much decomposed and smelling ripe. Only bones left were a few discs and a nice piece of baleen that the kid wouldn't let me bring in the truck on a count of the smell. Despite the great view, we came looking for surf which was absolutely the opposite of what was happening there. A flat-ass calm like no other. I would venture to say it has not been flatter. Despite the flat calm, we decided to head back to beat the tide and try another spot, taking the beach road. Now this was a total fear factor experience in this pea gravel trying to not stop because if you do, that's it, the truck, you, everything is gone in the highest tide of the year! So we finally get out of this to realize that the road off the beach is about to get flooded, so luckily Kaj (the kid), pulls into a side road that leads to a great longhouse that the locals party and what-not. So as we shit our pants we sat out for 3 hours to let the tide drop and then on our way. Whew.

So then comes the dinner. I've got 45 minutes to cook a ham thinking they're is going to be tonnes of people showing up for dinner. Well there were lots of people and they all brought hams and potatoes and mushrooms and everything. It was a feast of no less than 40 trays of meat and vegetables. Truly all beautiful and full of nutrition. A couple glasses of wine were shared and the good vibes passed on around the fire outside. Hope everybody got to eat as much as I did.