The gateway to Nootka Sound, the birthplace of British Columbia. Neighborliness akin to a bygone era. The grand potential to have a mountain of my very own. Or a valley steep with moss and cedar. When I first arrived I though I had stumbled upon a strange time warp. We make our homestead at the Green Antler and study the tides and rivers. One part laboratory, studio, gallery, atelier, digest, moon watch & poetic zines. The maid is consistently on a revolving strike. Instead she advocates for labour rights and self determination. This year was when she joined the group, Mothers who make (a difference?) Catalyst for community expression. Arts and organizing with a healthy dose of chaos. Resist the feeling that nothing can be done to make the world a better place. Decide for yourself ...climb uphill or dive deep into the great mystery. Get yourself to Tahsis for adventure, nature, collectivism and culture. We are in this together. Your wilderness awaits...at the end of the road