I’m not a spiritual person, but on the two chances that I have had to visit Ninstints, I have found it a place that is different from any other place on earth. It’s hard to explain, but it felt like the souls of the Haida people were there with me.
When you first land and walk along the path way toward the village site, you enter a lush green world covered with mosses, lichens and ferns. Like walking in a fresh snow, any sound is deadened by the softness of the forest.
After a while, the forest opens up to where the village once stood. It is now the largest collection of Haida totems in their original locations. Historians will tell you that with the abundant food supply, the people where able to spend time to record their world in art and celebrate important events and people with memorial and mortuary poles.
I’m thankful I was able to see such a place.