I smoke like a Chimney.
So says the guy that picks us up, drives up the 16 back to Exchamsiks. Well, plenty of fresh air these last two days, plus we want to get back home. So fine. There’s a wind picking up, a half dozen kite boarders are eyeing this shiver of light rippling upstream. Afternoon wind, it builds and then blasts, blows full on upriver, makes a mess of that Skeena that wants out. Out past Khyex, past Ecstall, Skeena wants to get home.
There’s a beer in the drink holder, buddy slows to ninety as we pass Kasiks. He wants to get back home, too. Kitimat. Construction. Damn near killed Fox crossing highway the day before.
Polymar, Goats up on the left somewhere – another home, nice view, watch your step(!)
Well well well weekend it’s the weekend… downstream, paddle and suppose we try this way? Riverbed of pebbles tumble into sand bars, and hooligans and chum gonna make homes there, too. Yellowblack skunk cabbage outbreak at its peak, or swamp lantern if you like (I guess some poet lost his sense of smell). Bears poop in the woods, hey that Eagle’s still on that branch (that’s like three weeks now!)… Seal surfing river currents, slick whiskered head checks you out and down again.
Waterfalls. But it also rises. Gotta watch that.
Ten thousand star accommodation, chance of flooding. Bring your own Baileys. Home is not a place in the brochure.
But that’s where you want to be.