Words by Yolanda:
It’s a frosty Sunday morning, and Dease Lake is a ghost town. We wander over to the store/gas station/diner/liquor store all-in-one complex in the hopes of finding youth to interview, to no avail. We leave with coffee instead.
Back at Curtis’ house, we have breakfast and decide we might have better luck later on in the morning. We’re realize just how remote we are when we tag along on a dump run — there’s no such thing as garbage pick up here. There’s no drinkable water either — Curtis always drives a couple kilometres down the road to fill up water bottles out of the stream. According to our conversations last night, there was no connector road from here south until the mid-70s, and even now the road is often cut off by avalanches throughout the winter. There are none of the conveniences that are taken for granted in more urban settings: there’s no cell service, no cafes, no bars, and just one store. This is remote even by Haida Gwaii standards, which is saying something! It’s a stark reminder of all that we take for granted, and a good wake up call to the realities of living remotely.
Rounding out the evening we are delighted to share some fresh apple crumble. We’re plugging away late night working to sort and edit footage when Curtis tells us there’s Northern Lights outside. It’s my first time seeing them this bright and this close, and I spend an inordinate amount of time watching them dance across the sky. s