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West Coast Living in Ahousaht, BC

A Celebration of Spring Birdwatching!

Hummingbirds are such a wonderful sign of Spring! In Ahousaht, Anna’s hummingbirds stick around year round. We have had anywhere between 1 and 3 birds at our feeder each day through the colder months. Just this week, the rufous hummingbirds have made an appearance and there are two individuals competing for the feeder. I’ve found that the rufous hummingbirds are flightier and more timid than the Anna’s who have been around all year. Perhaps with time the Rufous’ will get used to me too!

I also had a gorgeous group of purple finches show up at my feeder this week! Rather than a purple colour, they appear as if they have been “dipped in Raspberry juice”. A rather apt description I think! They prefer moving around the middle of trees, closer to the trunk, so it took a lot of patience to get this shot on an exterior branch of the cedar tree while this individual vied for position at the feeder.

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Ahousaht is always a phenomenal place for birdwatching. But I don’t think you would have much success if you only visited for a day. Ahousaht has it’s own pace. Indian time, people joke. The birds have their own time too… I find I have my best sightings when I’m not looking – Usually while I’m having coffee in the living room. My hummingbird feeders are visible through one window and the birdfeeders and large Spruce and Cedar trees out the other window. There’s a small Spruce tree straight out the front door that the hummingbirds like to sit in between their turns at the feeder. And of course, there’s our little Baltimore Oriole that came right up to the porch railing throughout the winter!

My advice for birdwatchers coming to Ahousaht, Stay a while! Enjoy the community and what is has to offer. Get to know the locals. Walk the trail and beaches. Sit for a while on the docks or pick out your favourite driftlog to perch on. The birds will come in their own time.

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When Depression Takes Over

 

I don’t like to admit when I am falling into a depressive funk. It makes me feel broken and weak. I feel like it’s my fault as if I actually could have stopped it from taking over.

I avoid it for as long as possible but eventually I have to admit it’s happening. When my fiance begins asking if I am ok because I am so quiet and not my usual bubbly self, I have to give in. Even if I don’t admit it to him right then, I admit it to myself. The tears come easier. My breathing is more laboured. I’m tired and emotional. I want someone to be with me but at the same time, I want to be alone and wallow in my own self pity. I want to get away, yet stay in the comfort of my home. Sleep doesn’t come easily at night, but my eyelids are heavy all day.

Depression eats you from the inside. It’s a shadow no-one can see that follows you like a storm. Your personal cloud of darkness. You can never run fast enough to get away.

I am not on any drugs. I don’t think I am a “bad enough” case to need them. Another denial or the truth? I can’t even step back far enough to tell. Nature helps, when I can get up the energy or determination to even step out the front doors.

As I write this, my vision is clouded by tears. There’s no reason for them. They’re just there.

I was seeing a counsellor who came into our village once a week. She was my age and we connected well. Together we explored cognitive behavioural techniques with some success. I was able to step back and evaluate my depressive thought patterns, allowing me to start correcting them on my own. Unfortunately that counsellor has moved and there isn’t a replacement yet.

At my lowest point, I would be collapsed on my classroom floor at recess, or even in one instance, the computer room floor while my class continued working next door, balling away like a  baby. Whether teaching in my school caused my depression or only exacerbated a previous unknown condition, I will never know. My situation may have been different in a different school or community but I will never know and don’t want to know.

I am happy with where I ended up in the end. My fiance and I have a simple and loving life. Just like me, he struggles to understand my depression and that’s ok, because we’re both learning together.

Sunrise from Radar Hill

Some sunrises are so memorable that they light your entire day, or week, with the same first that they illuminated the sky with. I was so lucky to be able to stop in at Radar Hill on my way to the Organic Master Gardener course in Ucluelet last week.

The stunning variety of textures, hues and tones gave so many opportunities for different angles and photographs. I kept zooming in on little details in the massive expanse before me. From the Mountains to the Pacific Ocean, my view encompassed everything the west coast stands for.

I couldn’t believe that I was the only person blessed with this view. On a Saturday morning, no one else was soaking in Nature’s beauty. Then again, I was thankful for the peacefulness. No engines, no voices, no footsteps. It was some of the purest Nature I have experienced and I am so thankful to have witnessed this event.

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And a couple bonus shots from Long Beach, where I was not the only person blessed with this view:

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T68B’s and T68C’s with a New Calf!

What a joy to spend this evening with the T68B’s and T68C’s!  On January 2nd we received the tragic news of J2 – Granny’s death. Within an hour, we had a report of orcas in Clayoquot Sound! Later on that evening we went out to find them. We almost turned back when we saw the tidal slop in Bedwell Sound, but I am so glad we stuck with our plan! The wind bit through your clothes and my fingers were frozen to the camera shutter, but it was worth every second.

We found them at Bare Bluff heading back out the inlet. Right in the midst of the pod, sticking close to mom, was a tiny orange baby! Later confirmed to be T68B1’s calf, this newbie was deemed T68B1B. The circle was complete and with Granny’s passing, new life emerged from the sea.

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We stuck with the pod until they got to Welcome Island. The sun was down and there was little light to follow them with. Night was here, and it was time for us to return home. As always, we reported our encounter to Strawberry Island Marine Research, who shared the new calf photos to Jared Towers.

Scroll through to see the complete set of images from our encounter.

~Marcie

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The Little Oriole that Could

His brilliant yellow plumage caught our eyes immediately as he landed on the hummingbird feeder. This juvenile male Baltimore Oriole was a long way from his winter range in Central America. It took a bit of time to get a confirmed identification on this bird but after 3 opinions all weighed in with Baltimore Oriole, it was settled!

Three days in a row he has visited our porch railing. Soon after he arrived I put out sliced oranges. It took a while for him to transition from the hummingbird nectar to the oranges, but once he did, he wouldn’t stop! This spunky little bird had found his favourite food.

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Watching him feed, you can see the Baltimore Orioles characteristic feeding method – inserting his beak, spreading the fruit and then drinking the juice that flowed into the newly created hole.

When the wind or rain got to be too much for him, he would shelter on the rafters of the porch or in a nearby spruce tree. But it wasn’t long before he would be back on the railing again, eating away! Despite the cold temperatures and less-than-tropical environment, this Oriole seems to be doing ok.

This little variant has gotten a lot of attention in the birding community. This appears to be the 8th confirmed sighting of a Baltimore Oriole in the Vancouver Island region. There has been lots of interest in travelling to Ahousaht to see him, but the long journey seems to have held off the flood of birders. Sitting in my living room, sipping tea or coffee and watching him feed, I can’t understand why. I am so lucky to have had him find me! Soon we will see it he will show for a fourth day – He typically arrives by nine am!

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A Mountain that Symbolizes a Nation

Catface Mountain is a symbol of the Clayoquot Sound region. It has been a part of the skyline for thousands of years. From the Nuu-Chah-Nulth village of Ahousaht on Flores Island, it dominates the landscape and is visible from nearly every vantage point. From Tofino, it stands alongside Meares Island’s Lone Cone Mountain – Brothers in stone, literally, as these two mountains are made from the same subterraneous chunk of rock.

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In the early 1800’s, there was a great war in this region that lasted for 14 years. The land where Ahousaht now is, belonged to the Otsosaht people. There were many battles and stories of the war. One of them goes like this:

The Ahousaht’s put their women, children and chiefs high on Catface Mountain where they would be safe during the fighting. Here, the warriors also prepared for battle. They cut down massive trees and carved them into canoes. The trees had been fallen so they pointed downhill. When they were ready to be launched, smaller logs were placed crossways beneath the canoes and they were rolled downhill to the sandy beach at the base of the mountain. From here the warriors paddled to the east side of Kutcous Point and under the cover of darkness they attacked the Otsosaht tribe. Many were beheaded and those who survived were sent south and they ended up settling in what is now Washington State.

The heads were put on stakes around the island as a warning to others who might try to take on the Ahousahts. Kutcous means – heads cut off, in warfare. One story tells of how the river here ran red with blood for 3 days after the battle.

This war was for resources, just like in European cultures and the wars still happening today – Land, water, fuel and food. The Otsosaht had control of the salmon rivers and clam beds. The Ahousaht people wanted their share.

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Catface Mountain protected the Ahousaht people and prepared them for battle. It gave sustenance, shelter and the means of transportation.

At the base of the mountain are a series of rocks that jut out into the water. Here is the most dangerous part of our modern commute to and from Tofino. During calm weather, boats may take a shortcut through the rocks. Kelp and submerged reefs are are a very real danger to even the most experienced captain. Only the most nimble of boats can make it through the gap. In rough weather all boats go around the rocks. Large swells and more hidden reefs present further dangers. At night, or in rough weather, family and other boat drivers listen out for the call that a boat has “made it around Catface”. They aren’t home yet, but the greatest danger has passed.

Catface Mountain will always be a symbol of strength to the Ahousaht people of Clayoquot Sound. We awake under it’s shadow as the sun rises behind it and we go to sleep as it glows pink as the sun sets. It is and always will be a symbol of home.

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*Marcie moved to Ahousaht as a teacher in 2014. Here she met and become engaged to Lennie John, an Ahousaht man whose home was nicknamed “Mountainview” in honour of the stunning view of the regions mountains, including Catface.

**The stories surrounding the Ahousaht-Otsosaht war have many versions. This is just one account. Other versions may have different details.

For more information please see:  http://www.guidethewildside.com/resource/kutcous.pdf

Water Crisis in Ahousaht – Post #5

Yesterday afternoon came the good news – The waterline was fixed! During the daytime low tide our team of local men and women rebuilt a berm around the broken pipe, close to 2 meters high. Using 4 pumps they kept the seeping water at bay while accessing and repairing the large crack.

Three boats floated nearby for emergencies or delivering supplies – including hot coffee.

Though the pipe is repaired and we have fully treated water again, we will be on a boil water advisory until a series of tests come back clean. The crew has been flushing the water lines and treating with chlorine to treat the pipes. Volunteers are still bringing jugs of water around to homes, as for some, especially the elders, it is easier to use the bottled water than fill, move and boil large amounts in a pot.

Donations are continuing to be sent, for which we are infinitely grateful. Though Lennie and I tried not to strain the communities resources by asking for water to be brought to us, a large 24 pack of bottles was brought to our home last night. I plan on storing what we do not use for  future emergencies. We need to be prepared to go through this again and we may not have the benefit of outside community support – especially if it is due to a large scale disaster.

I am going to campaign for rain barrels to be installed at each home – at the very least it can be used for toilet flushing water and if boiled and treated it could possibly be used for cooking and drinking.

I am so thankful for everyone who came together in this emergency. From our water plant and maintenance  workers, to the men, women and youth who volunteered to sandbag, unload boats and deliver water, to the individuals who ran the admin office – updating the community on the situation as it unfolded and coordinating donations and boats to bring them to Ahousaht, to the boats and vehicle drivers who delivered the water to Ahousaht, to all the communities, companies, and individuals who coordinated water donations in town, to everyone who fought the trailer fire on Saturday and to absolutely everyone who offered their prayers and support from near and far. Ahousaht could not have done it without all of you.

Klecko klecko!

 

Water Crisis in Ahousaht – Post #4

I was hoping post 4 would be the end of our saga but the battle will continue for at least another day.

Monday morning came. Our 4th day with no potable water but at least now they had activated the bypass and we had running water throughout the village. Residents were urged not to consume the water or use it to wash dishes unless it had been adequately boiled.

Sandbagging occurred again on Monday. Despite the now higher low tides, the crew – made up of local men and women, were going to try the repair again around 9:30pm. One of the boys basketball teams came to help sandbag, as well as men and women of all ages. All the volunteers are locals. It’s worth noting everything is happening because of local effort and labour. I found it really heartwarming to see the next generation of community leavers stepping up to the plate to help with labour, distribution of water and boil water notices.

Two of the pumps that were supposed to be put in use on Sunday night had been pulled for repairs. One had no suction and was useless at moving water from the area around the broken pipe. The other was seized. Our friend Wymon has experience in small engine repair and stepped in to help. He was able to get one up and running in time for Monday night’s attempt.

Around 9:30pm, in conjunction with the low tide, the team assembled. Despite their renewed efforts and the assistance of an excavator (which broke down partway down the hill to the site) they were unable to accomplish repairs. The team has been plagued with complications. The home-brewed team of  water treatment plant workers and volunteers deserve professional help – but with their heart and determination I can bet they will get it done on their own anyways, because that’s how Ahousaht is.

In general, outside help rarely arrives quickly. We are often stormbound in the winter and must look to ourselves for the solution and support we need. The government has been sluggish to respond in any matter – But I am comforted by the fact that our MP Gord Johns has been in contact with Indigenous Affairs Minister, Carolyn Bennett, to urge her Federal support.

In our situation – if we did not have the outside support of nearby communities on Vancouver Island we would have been hard pressed to get this far. Without their financial and water donations we would have been in very dire straights. There are no stores in Ahousaht to buy water. Tofino Co-op would have quickly run out of supplies for us and it would have taken a very extreme mobilization effort to get our own vehicles to Port Alberni, Nanaimo or Victoria and back with bottled water.

In a Facebook post on Monday, I contemplated this same scenario but with an earthquake as the cause of our struggles:

“As we have all learned through this experience, we are very vulnerable in an emergency. If we had an earthquake that ruptured our water lines we would be in the same situation but unable to rely on as much outside help. I learned that I did not have enough drinking water on hand for an emergency but could have boiled/treated our rain barrel water if needed. I think it’s really important for every house to have 3 days worth of water for each person in their home. Hopefully we can have more conversations after this on how each family can prepare for emergencies.  so many thanks to all our workers who have done so much to help everyone at home! And thank you to all the donations to our community

It is so important that we look at what we learn from this. We might not be able to rely on outside water donations the next time we are faced with this struggle.

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Part 5

Water Crisis in Ahousaht – Post #3

Saturday Afternoon, elders, disabled and those with babies under a year were given the option to evacuate to Tin Wis Best Western in Tofino. Many chose to stay however.

On Sunday, day 3 with no water, donations began arriving from Victoria, Port Alberni, Ucluelet and Tofino. Both businesses and individuals came together to donate water and individuals donated their time to drive water from these locations to the dock in Tofino.

Lennie and I were so lucky to be able to have a shower at a friend’s home in Tofino. Ironically the water had disappeared on Friday just as I had gone to have a much needed shower! The hot stream of water we doused in yesterday was heavenly

The leak was found Sunday afternoon – Underwater of all places. The broken pipe is estimated to be 40-50 years old – Long overdue for replacement it seems. Around 8 pm the crew assembled to sandbag around the leak and try to pump out the area to access the buried pipe. Unfortunately the one pip could not keep up with the sea water and leaking pipe water to drain the area fast enough. The pipe itself could not be located below the sediments before the tide rose again by 10pm. The crew is looking at more options during a meeting at 9 am Monday morning – Day 4.

Plans will be difficult to execute from this point forward as we don’t have any more extremely low tides until Dec. 27th. Divers are being considered to do the repairs while the location remains underwater.

I will continue to update as the situation unfolds. This whole scenario has made everyone so much more thankful for our regular lives and plentiful water. We have a much stronger connection to the essential nature of water in all it’s forms. This has been eye opening as to what the residents of Flint, Michigan experience daily with their lead-laden water and the purpose behind the Standing Rock protests in North Dakota (several Nuu-Chah-Nulth and Ahousaht members are in attendance there!). These are issues we always believed in, but experiencing it for yourself makes your motivation to solve these international issues just that much stronger.

There are communities around the world who do not have access to clean drinking water. We are going through this for a few days to weeks – But there are communities right here in Canada who have not had clean drinking water for generations.

Thank you for everyone’s support and encouragement. We will make it through this!

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