I decided that I did not want to scatter the shells on a beach. I wanted to make this a little more interesting for me, you know, do something a little different than everyone else. So I kept the shells until I went home, Prince George. On a sunny summer day I took them for a ride to a small place called Hixon. From there I went down an old logging road until I hit this creek, Hixon Creek I suppose. Not many people know of this place, but there is a trail that you walk up that follows the creek until you hit some beautiful waterfalls. Just over a year ago I went here with my cousin and dove into the waterfalls and swam to a large rock just beneath and a little to the side of the waterfall. It was spectacular. I haven't been able to get this moment out of my mind since. And I thought that this would be a wonderful way to give something back to this particular place.
So, as I was saying, I took the package of shells to this waterfall, intending to jump in and scatter them from the rock under the falls. But when I got there I found that the water was still too cold and the falls were not safe to jump into because of the spring run off. So I climbed up onto the wall of the falls and scattered the shells into the water from there. Some of the shells disappeared into the deep dark waters and others seemed to float around with the current for a moment before disappearing. I stuck around to watch for a little while as a few of them were swept out of the pool into another. As I watched this I realized that maybe someday in the future, these same shells will eventually be swept with the water to the ocean and quite possibly onto a beach near Vancouver.. I know that the creek ran into the Fraser river about five kilometers from that spot, and if the shells could reach there, they would surely be swept down the Fraser and into the Pacific Ocean. This would take an extremely long time to happen but it is possible.
In doing this, I felt like I had returned a favor to nature, like a silent prayer and secret gift. I am sure that I will be returning to this spot and I will probably look a little closer to see if there are sill any of the shells remaining. I am sure that some of the local towns people will find some of these shells and wonder what they are and where they came from. As will anyone who finds them. When I left I couldn't help but pick one out of the water to take with me as a reminder, or memento as you will.
Jennifer Annais Pighin