There's been a lotta reports of them very near to us here in Blackpoint [10km.south of Powell River in southwest B.C.] recently. So many in fact that the local newspaper, The Powell River Peak, did an article recently designed to educate us locals.
There were at least two of them. It sounded like they were just at the edge of the forest up above us...maybe 200 meters away. Here in Blackpoint the edge of the forest is the edge of civilization, there's isn't another habitation within 200 miles in that direction and to get there includes crossing the impenetrable glaciers and forests of B.C. Coast Mountain Range, not something many two footers have ever accomplished.
It was beautiful to hear this call of the wild and a bit frightening. Pancho knew immediately what it was. Her hair went up, her ears went up but she didn't bark. She stood totally still, we both did, and listened. They sang in unison or harmony or something. It wasn't random, it was...wild. A native friend told me this morning that wolves and bears are a pathway the great beyond. Maybe they're here to show Pancho and i the way.
Last night i felt like i'd been blessed or something. Hope they come back again soon...or maybe not.
Posted by The Mud Report at 11:46 AM