Here are Sylvia’s words:
I know the expression to never judge a book by its cover, but I really like the atmospheric picture and it does represent the content! [Ed. Note: Kudos go to Hamo Djoboulian for creating the great cover image! (See image to right.)]
With your descriptions, I could visualize the coastline and vegetation around Bamfield, but was never there for long enough to get to know the more permanent residents. I thought Gaz and the other main characters in your book strong and interesting. I have a happy memory of being with the first group of students to stay in the old cable station. We slept together in a large room and I seem to remember ghost stories being told before we settled off – probably by Dan Pace who is still a friend of ours.
Coming from Ireland as a rather innocent and politically ignorant 21 year old Vancouver was an exciting place to be in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Apart from becoming more politically aware (Vietnam was always in the news), I learned about cannabis! My fellow housemates and I tried to grow it at the bottom of the garden of our Burnaby house, but it was a wet year and the plants did not thrive. Years later, it was I who showed our children cannabis grown in our Dublin garden, from bird seed – as part of my work on ‘alien’ plants.
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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.
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If you are in Vancouver on Tuesday November 10 don’t forget to join us at the Ian Tan Gallery for the Vancouver book launch!!]]>
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.]]>I just wanted to drop a quick line to let you know that, through a distant connection of the Bamfield grapevine, I picked up a copy of Cedar, Salmon and Weed on my last visit to Canada a couple of weeks ago. I couldn’t put it down, I absolutely loved it! I read it in a couple of days and loaned it to my Dad who remembers Bamfield from the 70’s when he and my mum were together. In fact, one of Dad’s stories is how grandpa Peter used to flog him with the birch after the sauna – he was never sure if grandpa gave it a little extra juice just for him… I haven’t been to Bamfield since Grandma’s funeral but reading this reconnected me to my childhood there and all the wonder of west coast beaches (I laughed at the “wet coast”). Thanks for a great read anyways,
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