Hull Island - A New Frontier

By Liz Hattemer They blended one into the other, our days in the wilderness of Hull Island. Six tents pitched on what soon became main camp, situated in a somewhat haphazard manner - according to who found moss, who found a clearing large enough after felling what seemed like hundreds of rotting alders . The days were exhausting, yet we all found ways to relax and recover. Hull's Kitchen became the hang out, happy hour was not to be missed, if only to move one more rock, build a better ledge for cooking and prepping. The projects were simple enough: create trails, clear some trees. Take down the "For Sale" sign. Explore. The most incredible views of the area were seen from the seat of the kayak, since growth on the island was so dense and trail blazing was rarely at the water's edge. The stark beauty of the surroundings is hard to describe. All I know is I want to go back.

By Liz Hattemer We circled Hull Island looking for a spot to land. A serious quiet came over all of us when we first glimpsed the edges of this remote island. The logging boat slowed, and the daunting image of what was to come, hit us all. The perimeter of this island looked impenetrable. There was nothing less than 45 degrees of barnacled rocks outlined with seriously strong cedars barring our way. How to get all our gear (more than 3000 lbs) off the boat and onto the shore? And then, how to actually get into the island? How to carry our gear through that thick wall of cedars? Will we even be able to pitch a tent? We had seen bears on our way, turning over small boulders looking for crabs. Boulders just a little bit smaller than the size of our coolers full of one week's worth of food for eight...we had such a romantic idea, such a vision of what an island was all about. We'd pitch our tents, build a campfire, play the guitar, singing our joy at being out in the wildernes...

Pioneers Arrive Henry, Liz, Andy, Chris, John, Matt, Jackson, William, Jon What could possibly go wrong? Nine of us off to Hull Island with hundreds of pounds of provisions and equipment..  The first major expedition. We were landing on the property we now own, a place to set camp and live for a while.  On the boat we’re told there is a VERY STRICT burning ban in effect, no fires of any size.  Cooking only on gas grills or camp stoves which of course we don't have.   Coast guard boats, spotter planes, good citizens all watching out for wildfires or any potential violators. It has been a super dry summer and wildfires are raging across BC.  Now we're nervous about how to cook 100 pounds of food and and survive almost a week without fire…(Like a moron, or like a survivalist (this one) I declined Don's generous offer of a large cookstove and 5 gallons of propane). We got this! As the boat leaves leaves and we're left alone, Matt Chambers reads the Ojibwe Law of the...

By Jon Geiger Apparently a discussion has broken out regarding the Hull Island official blog. Hull Island is a private destination being developed by and for the pioneers who will be the first in recorded history to settle on the land,  and for the ensuing visitors who come to enjoy the family, friends and local environment. Will we pilgrims gain the experiences only in first hand and in the moment? Can we only cherish the time we are present and what we retain in our memories?  Will we live this portion of our lives exclusively to ourselves and as directly seen, heard, smelled, touched or tasted? or... Will we try and capture the experience through photography, media, written stories and retained information?  And, if we want to capture and retain the information, what is the best way to do this?Should there be one central repository or many distributed sources? How should the retained information be stored and who should have access?  Anyone? Everyone? Or onl...