Raven Kiss at Devils Lake

The title of this post sounds, I know, rather over-the-top dramatic and gothic, but I just couldn’t resist putting all those words together.

And it really is an accurate title; being about my image “Raven Kiss” located on an interpretive sign at Devils Lake, near Mission. BC.

The story, from my perspective, started in 2021 when I was contacted by designers working with the Kwantlen on a series of interpretive signs to be located in the Mission Municipal Forest in the Stave West Forest Recreation Area.

The Stave Lake area is known to the Kwantlen people as an area where the Raven people returned after a devastating smallpox epidemic. The story is told on the sign below.

The designers were specifically looking for a photograph showing ravens as intelligent and family-oriented birds — just the reality I love to reflect in my images! I sent them a selection of pictures I thought might work and they chose Raven Kiss.

It’s been almost two years since the signs were installed along part of the Devils Lake loop trail and I’d been meaning to go out and visit them for that long.

Finally, on the spur of the moment, we decided to drive out there earlier this week.

It’s about an hour’s drive to the head of Stave Lake, on freeway and paved smaller roads.

Beyond this point, the road becomes an extremely pot-holed logging road — so don’t think of taking your brand new sports car up there. Or any vehicle with low clearance!

After a bouncy twenty minutes or so, we arrived at the Devils Lake park

This is the first of the interpretive signs, and you can see that ravens are a recurring theme.

Wooden walkway through the forest

The trail winds all around the lake, mostly through the forest, but with access to lakeside beaches at a few points along the way.

The interpretive signs continue along the trail for about two kilometres. The one with my raven image was, I think, the third to last sign in the series. All of them provided a wonderful view of the land from the perspective of the Raven people.

The trail along the far side of the lake was rockier and through forest that had been logged a long time ago.

Younger trees growing from the stump of a long-ago-logged bigger tree

The stump in the photo below shows the letterbox-shaped notches where loggers wedged in springboards above the flare of the tree — a point at which two fallers with a crosscut saw could perch to do their cutting.

Phillip in the Forest

Bracket fungus in autumnal colours

Me and Geordie on a rockier section of the trail

At the other end of the lake, there’s a floating bridge to get you back to the parking lot. I forgot to take a picture of the bridge as we got talking to a couple of young women who were swimming in the lake off the bridge. They were two of only four people we saw on the whole hike!

The view from the floating bridge.

It’s a very quiet and magical spot, so if you feel like exploring: wear good boots; bring a walking pole for the rocky, steep bits, pack a rain jacket (the mountain weather is changeable) and bring a snack. The loop took us about two and a half hours, with photo stops.

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention: we did see a raven! He or she flew above us, calling through the treetops and stopped for a few moments when we called back. They even returned our calls a couple of times before flying on to more important raven business.

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Ghost Raven

Whenever I go up into the mountains I’m hoping to see ravens.

They are actually part of my fitness program. If I ever feel like just sitting all day at the computer, I remind myself that if I don’t keep my knees in working order, I won’t be able to get up those mountains and therefore will not see those ravens.

So, ravens = fitness incentive.

On Saturday it was raining in Vancouver and you’d swear that the North Shore Mountains were non-existent.

But, as my father-in-law used to say, “If you don’t do things in the rain in Vancouver, you won’t do anything at all”.

So, we put the snowshoes in the car and headed up to Mount Seymour.

About halfway up the mountain a thick mist descended. By the time we reached the parking lot it was impossible to see more than a few feet ahead.

The chances of a raven sighting seemed pretty remote, given that I could hardly see my feet to put my snowshoes on.

But, just as we got kitted up and ready to head to the trail, I spotted an ethereal silhouette ahead of us.

A ghostly figure in the fog and snow.

A ghostly figure in the fog and snow.

I was pretty sure that this would be our only raven sighting for the day.

We headed off through the woods, stopping for a snack and break at First Lake. Just as we headed off again, I saw our ethereal raven land on the top of a tree by the lake and give a few mist-muffled calls.

Phillip at First Lake

Phillip at First Lake

We carried on to Dog Mountain. Normally this spot affords the most awe-inspiring panoramic views of Vancouver. On this day it offered a blank whitescape and a biting wind. After a couple of quick photos of the non-view, we prepared to retreat into the trees away from the gale.

The non-existent view from Dog Mountain on Saturday. You can just faintly see the raven flying just above the small tree in the centre left.

The non-existent view from Dog Mountain on Saturday. You can just faintly see the raven flying above the small tree in the centre left.

And suddenly, there he was. Like magic, our ghost raven became corporeal for a few moments. He landed on the snow beside us.

It was really gusty out there.

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The upswept punk look

The upswept punk look

I whipped off my mitts, dragged out the camera and was able to take a few shots of him before he turned around and wandered offstage again, back into the realm of mist and mystery.

Taking Leave

 

Magic.

More than enough motivation to keep my knees fit enough for further mountain expeditions.

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