We decided with a free day since the van was awaiting a part delivery, we could rent a car and travel on to Prince Rupert. That turned into a great idea. The drive became spectacular with the Skeena River along one side and sheer mountains on the other. Along the way to Prince Rupert we viewed quite a few fisherman wading out short distances from shore along the river, waterfalls cascading off the mountains and clouds opening up to sunny skies. The Prince Rupert City was pretty nondescript. We checked out the marine highway docks and researched the costs and times to take ferries. It seems all summer it's a major method of travel for cars, people and other goods throughout coastal BC and Alaska. The ferry schedule didn't fit with our plans.
We wandered the docks where the $1,000/day charter boats were harbored and had lunch at a little fish fry trailer. It was excellent fresh halibut and probably the best I can ever remember having. The young man and his friend were college students and gave us some insight on the area. They suggested we see a maritime museum at a cannery being restored. With some time left, Larry and I thought it was worth to the the drive to Port Edward.
The former buildings of the North Pacific Cannery were hardly impressive as we drove up. Getting out of the car we strolled toward some old equipment and an old bronze . This guy comes out smiling and excited to tell us that the cannery is in the process of restoration and a tour would be starting in a few minutes. Inside and out it was pretty authentic with its deteriorating piers and stoved in buildings. The inside areas were well arranged with old equipment in restored working order, pictures, small boats, fishing stuff and even a world class train set. The tour guide was a well versed semiretired fisherman who was missing a digit or two and had also set his nets during the current salmon season. He had been invited since the tour group was primarily composed of members of the Canadian Board of Fisheries and a video crew. Larry and I never learned much about canneries growing up in the Midwest. After the tour of the fish waste reduction tanks at the cannery, it gave us a pause before swallowing our daily fish oil capsules the next morning.
No comments:
Post a Comment