In the wilderness lies the preservation of the world.
Henry David Thoreau
Where no human has ever walked
For me, day 1 of my Canada expedition begins now. My alarm clock rings at 6 o’clock in the morning. Thanks to my jet lag, though, I’ve been awake for half an hour. So I get up, dress, and go outside. It’s colder than I expected, when I exhale, condensation clouds rise in the air. We prepare breakfast, there is oatmeal with nuts. I’m still unfamiliar with the processes here, like what is done in what order, but they appear so natural for the others who have already been here for several days.
After 2 hours, a little later than we had planned, we finish packing and go. The backpacks are heavy, but we are all really motivated. We have a long hike ahead of us, about 22 kilometers. The path is mostly well-trodden, sometimes we have to crawl. However, all those who come in the opposite direction tell us that this is the easiest path.
So we keep walking. The packs get heavier and our legs are getting more and more tired. Everyone is sweating and exhausted. Finally, we arrive in the place we want to explore. We drop off our packs and take the measuring tapes with us. I’m curious to see what it looks like and wonder how we are supposed to fight our way through the dense thicket. But already David bends right into the bush and slashes through the bushes and trees. I am surprised by the amount of deadwood. It’s very different from what I had imagined. What fascinates me most, however, is the idea that probably no one has ever walked here before. The deeper we go into the bushes, the quieter it becomes around us. You can only hear the crackling of the branches under your feet and the panting of exertion.
After about half an hour we give up because we have lost our GPS signal. We discuss what to do next and quickly change the original plan. We will now camp one bay nearer and go into the area again tomorrow via another route. So again, we saddle up the heavy backpack and get going. I am a bit more motivated as the goal comes closer. The last few meters we are all dragging. We can already see blue skies, the beach is not far away.
When we finally get to the beach, I am briefly speechless. It looks like a lagoon in the south. The only thing that doesn’t fit into the picture, but actually makes it much more beautiful, are the fir trees all around. Gratefully, we plunge into the waves and wash off the sweat. We set up the tents followed by dinner and a campfire. I can get used to this.