Tansy Visits Hotsprings Island
The Passing Cloud stopped at Hotsprings Island (click here for a map). The Hotsprings themselves were a casualty of a 7.7 magnitude earthquake in 2012, but seem to be trickling back in a slightly different location. The bath house is no longer in the right place! Watchmen still look after this special place – their cabin is in the background of this picture.
Tansy walked on the boardwalk and designated paths towards the other interesting parts of the island.
There were some trails closed for habitat restoration…
…but Tansy was happy to see some salal within reach of the path!
Salal is an interesting evergreen plant, and successive stages of the fruit can all be present on the same plant. The waxy white flowers turn into little green fruit, a bit bigger and they turn red …
…and are delicious to eat when they are dark purple!
One of the old hotspring pools no longer has any warm water, but Tansy sat at the edge and imagined how wonderful it used to be.
Her favourite photographer once made the mistake of calling home to Victoria on a radio phone while soaking in this pool. The recipient let him know that she was unimpressed at being stuck at home with several children having chicken pox, and wasn’t in the mood for a friendly chat with a loafer. Since the conversation was on an open radio channel, the photographer spent the next few weeks having many conversations with amused boatmen all over Haida Gwaii about grumpy wives and chicken pox.
Tansy was blissfully unaware of the historic importance of that rock pool, and found herself a perch on a driftwood log. She was enjoying the vista from lower down, but then she spotted a large boulder over on the beach.
She clambered up the rock and gazed about from higher up…
What a view! Mountains, islands and shorebirds flitting past!
Tansy walked back towards the boat past an ancient Haida village,
and along the boardwalk and steps…
…to the watchman’s cabin.
One of the watchmen is a Haida weaver named Jiixa, a weaver (click here for her website).
Tansy admired Jiixa’s hat form.
and she wished there had been some dolls to talk with. but alas, they had gone to live elsewhere.
Tansy admired Jiixa’s weavings very much, and tried to have a conversation with the frogs, though they were a bit jumpy.