In the wilderness lies the preservation of the world.
Henry David Thoreau
Is there such a thing as saltwater beavers?
Where am I? Why aren’t my things next to me in the tent? Why don’t I hear the sea rushing? Something is wrong here. Brief moments of confusion and slight panic. Today we wake up under soft duvets instead of on our iso-mats, and the sound of the waves has been replaced by the sounds of civilization. This rather confuses us. So, it’s good that we’re going into the wilderness again today. But before that, as always, there is a lot to do and pack. We rush around all morning. Shortly before leaving our accommodation we want to roast fresh eggs again, which we will have to do without the next few days. But hang on – we don’t have a stove! No one noticed. So, no eggs. Of course, this can’t happen to us in the wilderness. That’s why we check all the bags again and then we head towards Cape Scott Provincial Park. There we will visit two pieces of valuable jungle and species-rich habitat which are excluded from the protection of the park, and which we could therefore possibly preserve. But we have three days of long hikes with heavy packs ahead of us. That’s why we have „ordered“ some reinforcements – tonight Frauke, Antonia and Henri from Berlin and Dresden will join us to actively support the land visits and exploration. We want to welcome them warmly here in Canada and in the wilderness and therefore we already go ahead, a bit into the park, on an enchanting little path of soft forest soil, surrounded by the countless green shades of the jungle thicket, unbelievable thick giant cedar trees and Sitka spruce pointing high into the sky. As the forest slowly thins after about 45 minutes, we reach a beautiful bay where we pitch our tents and prepare the food. In order to kill time, Carina and I take a short walk along the beach. The incoming tide just fills a lake detached from the ocean, which is somewhat hidden and located around a curve. We sit down and enjoy the sounds of the forest behind us, the birdsong and occasional crackling of the branches. In the water are some old tree trunks. On closer inspection, they seem to be a bit unnaturally piled up – a beaver’s den? There’s something floating there! But wait a second, are there saltwater beavers? No, that’s an otter! Again and again he stretches his head out of the water, observes the shore for a short time and then quietly disappears again under the surface. For a while we watch him quietly, then we go back to the tents. The others have arrived in the meantime. After a mandatory wilderness talk (How can I actually rinse dishes out here? What do I do if I see a bear?) there is finally food and we fall tired into the tents. I lie in my sleeping bag and say to Carina: It feels like we’ve been away for two days. And now I’m back on my iso-mat, in my familiar sleeping bag, in the fresh air with the familiar sea sounds. Back home.