Posted on 08/31/2014

Photo taken on July 25, 2014

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The Great Forests of Haida Land, 1976, page 9

The Great Forests of Haida Land, 1976, page 9
It was wonderful on the high ridge. Warm sun, balmy breeze. My tent-mate and I oriented my small blue mountain tent westward toward the glowing sunset and the calm ocean. If we woke up, we’d be able to stick our heads out and gaze at the moon setting in the sea, right? WRONG!

At midnight a pounding rainstorm blew in from the west. It continued pounding for three and one half days. The little blue mountain tent - the one you couldn’t sit up in - grew steadily wetter along with its occupants.

First I felt happy to be tucked in. I read, conversed, dozed. The second day I stared at the damp tent wall and grew immensely bored. On the third day, I, the calm one, began to fret.

This had morphed from recreational backpack to expedition. Expeditions are not designed for unremitting fun. Sooner or later, you have to endure.

(This is a series of kodachrome slides taken on a backpack trip in the Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia, 40 years ago. To see other pages of this photo story, check out my album "The Great Trees of Haida Land" . )

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