Coastal Wolves. Seven days with the pack E-Book

Max Venturi

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Lebensstil
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

The coastal wolves live in the coastal area of British Columbia. Although as the crow flies they are not far, they are isolated from the internal wolves and have not crossed them. They feed up to 70% with the food that comes from the ocean and can swim for miles and move from one island to the other. You can define them real sea wolves, unique predators of the Canadian coast, nourished by the same sea that brought them there. These wolves, living in areas that humans have never colonized, have saved themselves from the extermination and decimation that the wolves of North America and other parts of the world have suffered. The coast of British Columbia is the only place where the evolutionary journey of the wolves has not undergone significant changes by man.Photostory of my days spent with the packThe coastal wolves live in the coastal area of British Columbia. Although as the crow flies they are not far, they are isolated from the internal wolves and have not crossed them. They feed up to 70% with the food that comes from the ocean and can swim for miles and move from one island to the other. You can define them real sea wolves, unique predators of the Canadian coast, nourished by the same sea that brought them there. These wolves, living in areas that humans have never colonized, have saved themselves from the extermination and decimation that the wolves of North America and other parts of the world have suffered. The coast of British Columbia is the only place where the evolutionary journey of the wolves has not undergone significant changes by man.Photostory of my days spent with the pack

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The rain does not stop falling, both the physic and the equipment are on the verge and so we decide to return. With this constant and strong rain everything is complicated even in simple and logistic situations, and also at the base the day becomes really complicated and long. I was looking for the coastal wolves, but I was also looking for something new inside me, something that led me beyond my physical and mental limits, beyond the experiences that I've made so far. However, difficult moments always correspond to high-growth moments, and in fact, despite the complicated situation, I feel good, and I am as strong and serene as ever.

DAY 1

After the latest purchases and the preparations needed in order to meet the coastal wolves, the meeting is in the morning at Prince Rupert's pier to start a

new adventure, a new experience, to visit a new wonderful place. The weather forecasts for the next few days do not look promising, with rain almost

continuously, but I always like to think that things will improve and I will get whatever is coming as usual, I will try to adapt and to enjoy the situations.

After picking up the necessary food and supplies we leave with three boats. One is for the transfer and the other two for service, on which we'll set up the

tents for the next seven days to sleep, eat and recharge the batteries of our equipment. Our destination is Banks Island and in these places everything is

wonderful and every transfer is always a new experience.

We leave from the port of Prince Rupert with harbor seals and sea otters greeting us, along the way we meet the puffs of a pair of whales and on the coast

even a mother of black bears with her two puppies looking for salmon whereby the river flows into the ocean. After three hours of sailing we arrive at

Banks Island, we enter in a bay formed at river mouth and we stop there with the boats anchored next to each other to create a single platform. It

immediately floats, but not for long since we entered just before the low tide arrived and immediately we are leaning against the bottom of the boats on the

sand of a huge beach.

The place is magnificent for those like me who is in love with these scenarios and it becomes a heaven when we go down to the ground to stretch our legs

and we find wolves footprints around the boat, past right here just before the tide rose. The thrill and excitement increase and in a moment we are ready

with all the equipment to go in search of coastal wolves. We walk along the beach between mussels, shells and rocks just discovered after the tide

retreating and many other wolves footprints.

After half an hour of walking, we lie in wait at the beginning of a wonderful valley, with a river flowing in the middle and all around green and thick woods.

The needs of wolves in choosing a den coincide indeed with those of us humans. The search for beauty, but above all to have basic needs such as food

and water. In the distance we see now a gray shape into the tall grass, unmistakable for those like me who love and follow the wolves. It is a young wolf of

a few months, shortly after other wolves appear and they look at us intrigued from a distance continuing to play together.

Our arrival has not passed unnoticed by the other wolves and here comes out of the wood the adult sentinel of the pack, coming slowly and calmly in our

direction, never taking his eyes off us, putting itself between us and the puppies to around thirty meters of distance. It 'a beautiful gray wolf lying down on

a rock to control us while the puppies, continuing to play, have also came close to us.

We live these emotions and situations for a few hours, without realizing the time passing and it's time to go back to the base. The puppies have gone away

now, but the sentinel is still there pretending to sleep, but it's checking us. For me leaving with a wolf in the area is not easy at all, but we must go back to

the boats before it gets dark to organizing and arranging our base for the first night and for the next days.

We start down, always following the beach without realizing that the adult

sentinel has risen and is following us. We stay here and slowly turn to it. The

wolf approaches to us slowly, it stops at over thir ty feet from us and looks at us

straight. It is following us, studying and controlling, with its wild and proud look,

with its amber eyes that - in contrast to his gray mantle – look like bright stars

in the night. I'm in a dream with the heart beating at a thousand.

I'm a few yards from a coastal wolves and I'm crossing its eyes. The connection

is powerful, the emotions are strong.

An ancient belief of the Heiltsuks says that wolves do not show up unless they

are trying to tell you something. In these areas, the ancestors of these wolves

lived together and often had close and social contact with the ancestors of the

Heiltsuk people. It occurs to me that this wolf, with this look, this close

connection, wants to rediscover this and remind us all these ancient and

powerful ties.