Hull Island's New Jam, by Jeff Wilson
I woke up with a start the other day
It must have been a dream that stuck in my head
A mighty prophet had declared, they say,
That Hull Island was dead
Surely this could not be true
An investigation is needed to verify this claim
I’ll contact Jon and see what I can do
And make plans to visit and see what’s to blame
I’ve been to Hull twice in the last few years
A week in September was set for this trip
We recruited our friend John Low with the help of some beers
He wanted to hike and test out his new hip
The travel day came and the race to the ferry was on
Over to Nanaimo and to Port McNeill we drove
Is that a bum in the parking lot? No it’s just Jon
Next time I think we’ll fly to Lagoon Cove
Our focus now turns toward clues of Hull Island’s demise
One sign was the closing of the Haida Way Inn
Could this be the start of a long list of goodbyes?
How can such beauty and peaceful isolation not win?
Items loaded, supplies stowed, it’s time for 2BRNR to get into gear
Halfway across Johnstone Strait, an Orca pod was seen afloat
Jon wisely cut the engines, and we tried to stay clear
But the beasts had other ideas and swam beneath our boat
We made it to the island - it was time to see Jon dock
Past experience made me warn John Low to put on his life vest
I opened my eyes and wondrously, we were not sitting on the rocks
As we soon discovered, all it takes is 6 out 10 to pass the test
Up to the campsite we went to see what all the fuss was about
The change from my last trip was amazing to see
The hillside behind the cabin had been cleared, no doubt
Now we have to find another spot to go pee
Is this the source of the prophecy of impending doom?
Can Hull Island survive the coming changes to make it more comfortable?
I, for one, believe that it can since then it will have a real bathroom
For the traditionalists, I suppose, they can still march out and be miserable
The rest of the stay involved working on projects that Jon suggested
Stopping activities at five to build a fire and have a cocktail or two
Dinners were fantastic, especially John Low’s pulled pork and slaw that we ingested
Then to the fire we moved for great stories and a spectacular night view
At the end, we agreed indeed Hull Island is not endangered
Change is going to happen, and expectations need to keep pace
The prophets will debate and discuss and maybe even be angered
But hopefully everyone who visits will agree it is a damn fine place.
Jeff Fishing off the Dock |
Jeff's First Visit - Bundled Wood for the Outdoor Kitchen Floating at High Tide |
John Low, Jon Geiger, Jeff Wilson in Front of Woodpile |
Jeff Wilson, Heavy Equipment Operator |
As the story goes, the phoenix is a mythical bird with fiery plumage that lives up to 100 years. Near the end of its life, it settles in to its nest of twigs which then burns ferociously, reducing bird and nest to ashes. And from those ashes, a fledgling phoenix rises – renewed and reborn.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, Hull Island has been reborn and renewed for sure!
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