If you are willing to shoot the Malibu Rapids in my sailboat, drop an anchor off the bow, row the dinghy ashore and carry a stern line ashore you lash to a tree, and can go to sleep with the sound of water rushing all night, then I’ll sign you on to crew on a voyage to one of the world’s prettiest places:
Chatterbox Falls
Princess Louisa Inlet
British Columbia, Canada
Or you can go to Vancouver and book passage on a float plane that will land you at the government dock near the falls. Hike after you land, but don’t stand too close to the falls because some have fallen into its rushing stream, and didn’t return.
Look 4,000 feet up the mountain above Chatterbox. That’s where the young Native American, a century ago, carried a heavy boulder to fulfill his rites of passage. Legend says some failed.
Been there three times. I have waited for slack tide to enter and leave the rapids. Twice, I attempted to paint a picture that would capture this enchanted place. Didn’t. My son Kelson advised I wrote better fiction than I painted acrylics. I took his advice.
I think my two fictional characters, Maggie and Hersh, should sail there.
Maybe I will use my acrylic painting as part of an adventuresome novel. Maybe my keyboard can help capture the grandeur of Canada’s national park. First chapter, we will brave the challenging rapids that guard the entrance to the Chatterbox Falls. Sign on
Photo from Sheryl Pappa
