| Golden Spruce
Tree Trail: A once tall, vibrant Golden Spruce Tree stood
on the banks of the Yakoun River near Port Clements on Graham
Island in the Queen Charlottes. The tree attracted many visitors
to the shores of the Yakoun so to view the magical golden "freak
of nature" - The Golden Spruce Tree.
The tree was, by all the rules of nature, a dead
tree. The golden needles should of not of been able to absorb
sunlight creating food and energy. It is only the green trees
who have this ability to harness the suns energy. The Golden
Spruce defied the odds and the logics of nature. It was
thriving under insurmountable odds dominating the shoreline amongst
the family of green trees.
In 1997, a self proclaimed "nature loving"
forestry worker (some say mentally unstable, niave or crazy),
cut the magical tree down as part of his protest against the current
logging practices implemented at that time. Plus various other
reasons.
The significance of the Golden Spruce Tree
to the Haida First Nation people and to the Port Clements' tourism
industry was huge. The act of killing the golden wonder sent shock
waves through the Queen Charlottes and the world creating international
headlines covering three continents resulting in a massive man
hunt. This was not any normal tree eh!
Today, the short 20 minute Golden Spruce
Tree Trail still exists as a reminder to what was once
beautiful. The short easy-grade forested hiking trail leads to
a wooden bench which was once the sitting bench to view the tree.
Golden seedlings were salvaged luckily in 1997, but it took many
seedlings for one to survive. One Golden Spruce
seedling did survive and can be viewed at the Millennium
Park in the Village of Port Clements.
There is a proud Haida First Nation story about
the Golden Spruce Tree and a small boy. It goes
something like this. During the winter season a long time ago,
a young boy went down to the beach to relieve himself (#2). It
was too cold to squat, so he stood. When he looked down at the
turd it was standing up in the snow like a tree. The boy laughed
and laughed.
Then the snow storm hit. Blizzard-like conditions
burying the village in snow - supplies soon diminished. Villagers
started to die of the cold and starvation until there were two
left. A young boy and his Grandfather. The future looked bleak
for the pair if they stayed in the village so they dug themselves
out and started trekking.
Soon the blizzard vanished and the forests came
alive with summer. They continued to walk searching for a new
village when the grandfather spoke to his grandson, " Don't
look back. If you do, you will go into the next world. A world
where people can admire you, but will not be able to speak with
you. You will be standing in this sacred place until the end of
the world."
Missing his fishing gear and his birthplace village,
the boy, could not resist one last look. One peek and his feet
locked in. The boy was rooted to the forest ground. Seeing the
boy was taking root the Grandfather spoke, " It is ok, my
son. The last generation will come to see you and remember your
story." The boy was the Golden Spruce.
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