As most of you likely know, your esteemed author of the novel Cedar, Salmon and Weed began his writing career with a non-fiction book called Pacific Seaweeds. (Not to mention many scientific journal articles.) BC BookLook has a nice article on The Professor’s alter ego.  Check it out in the link below. (As a bonus, you’ll learn 10 fun facts about kelp to impress your friends with!) Forget Kale, Go Kelp!

A special treat today! A story passed along to us from Doug Kittle. Bob Lee and Louis were graduate students together at UBC. At the time of the story below, Bob Lee worked with Canada’s National Museum of Nature as their seaweed expert. Bob hired people to help collect collect seaweeds in the high arctic (this required SCUBA diving), including Doug Kittle (author of the recollections below), Ron Long (professional photographer for SFU – now retired), and the late John Boom (the inspiration for the character Gaz in Cedar, Salmon and Weed).  Thanks for sharing, Doug! 

I made two trips to the high arctic with Bob Lee.  The first one in the early 70’s with Ron Long as diving partner and photographer.  That trip was a wet suit expedition in water just below 0 degrees C.  It was marked by the constant complaints from Ron about this or about that.  Bob Lee actually wrote a short poem during the trip titled “Bitch, Bitch, Bitch”.

The second trip was with John and we started out in Resolute Bay on Cornwallis Island at about 74 degrees north.  There we met up with the helicopter – a bright red Sikorsky with a big passenger bay that used to run on a DC-3 motor but was converted to a smaller jet engine for our trip.  You could change into the dry suits inside.

We did a lot of flying looking for leads in the ice where we could dive and collect specimens for Bob.  Eventually we travelled to Eureka on Ellesmere Island at about 79 degrees north.  From there we made daily trips, depending on weather, both east to the east coast of Ellesmere where we could see Greenland, and west towards Axel Heiberg Island.

One day trip we headed over the ocean between Axel Heiberg and Ellesmere Island looking for open water.  It must have been a bad ice year because on that day we never spotted open water.  At lunch time we set down on the ice next to some exposed rocks which stood out because of their colour.  A good place to sit in the sun and eat lunch.

Early in the day while still in Eureka Bob Lee asked John to get some lunch together for the four of us on the chopper.  So, once we set down at noon, he retrieved the bag of lunch.

When John took out the cans of asparagus tips and some dry pilot biscuits Bob Lee’s eyebrows shot up and he gave Boomer a “what-the-hell-is-this?” look.  Suffice to say the rest of us resorted to the chocolate bars we always carried for snacks.  I clearly remember John opening up a can with his knife leaving a jagged lid still attached while he drained the liquid down his throat, then picking the individual pieces of asparagus out of the can with the tip of his knife which he relished.

After that, he was never asked to make lunch.

John was a great travel companion, never surly or bitching the way Ron Long had done on our previous expedition.  We eventually made it to the north end of Ellesmere Island at Cape Columbia where we did find open water near some shore fast ice.  That day we dove in 80 feet of water underneath a bunch of ice that was 50 feet thick.  One of my most interesting experiences at 83 degrees north.

Artistic photographer, Ken Miner, records Cedar’s author and his wife Rae with his 113-years-old camera, Century View. They had to hold still for 30 seconds. “I didn’t know half a minute was so long  . . .  I think I blinked a few times,” said Louis. 

 

A driving force in the creation of Cedar, Salmon and Weed was the impact of John Boom’s death on me. I was devastated, angered. After striking out, every which way, I settled on this novel, setting John, in the form of Gaz, as the protagonist. As the story, the fiction grew, Gaz had the life, death deprived John of.  He got the girl; his house was finished, and he may well see grandchildren. This made me feel good.

 

     

Zbigniew (Spino) Pakula

17 May 1949 – 14 June 2015

Spike, in my novel, Cedar, Salmon and Weed, was based on Spino: “He was a good worker—summer resident widows, their husbands busy making money in the big city, frequently singled him out for odd jobs.  Of course, they were influenced by his swimmer’s physique, bleached curly hair, and pale blue eyes.” (p. 9)  The fictional Spike resisted the call of alcohol, but just barely; Spino, not.