Just as the COVID pandemic arrived, I followed my curiosity after a few decades of landlocked living and moved to the ocean. I’d heard the whales had begun chatting with each other in an unprecedented way. Why?
Locked down during a pandemic winter provided the opportunity to look at my Vancouver Island backyard with fresh eyes. And by backyard, I mean the Comox Range, a group of tantalizing peaks rich in lore and legend, and clustered around their namesake Comox Glacier, the largest remaining on an island of vanishing glaciers.
words :: Carmen Kuntz. Chatting on the phone with my sister, she concludes a salt-saturated story about an encounter with sea wolves on a recent Vancouver Island hiking trip with…
He leans back and sips his beer with what seems self-satisfaction. He knows how crazy it sounds but that’s the point: a story that admixes the thrills, fears and abiding…
By Feet Banks. As a ski resort, the nail in the coffin for Forbidden Plateau came at the hands of the 1998/99 La Niña storm cycle, the one whose now-legendary…