Kyuquot is far different from any other community I have ever visited before. The wildlife is unique; sea otters and eagles patrol the bays in abundance and small black bears are a common site roaming along the logging roads. There are no outlying thoroughfares to and from Kyuquot for commuter traffic, with the exception of a collection of local boats that can take you to and from Fair Harbor, a dock and connection to the rest of Vancouver Island, located some 30 minutes away from the community.

One of about 15 bears i saw on my trip. This little guy was roaming outside of our kitchen. I also had another funny encounter where I almost physically ran in to a grazing bear when I was out on a run.

Otters like this one are a common sight within the bays. However they are not very welcome because the clam population within the kelp beds is diminishing due to Otter feasting.

It was great to see the eagles feast on fish guts spread out along the beach. Most of the time they would circle and then do a quick nose dive for some goodies but this guy wanted to exercise the legs a little.
I am disappointed that I was not able to spend more time in the school with the teachers and students due to the teachers strike (We were just getting started on organizing SPORTS DAY). Despite the circumstances I am grateful that I was able to stay in Kyuquot and work in the preschool and kindergarten for the remaining two weeks. This was far different from my practicum experience in a grade 7 classroom. Tears were shed in both classrooms but the content and routines were quite a bit different. One highlight about working in the kindergarten/preschool was participating in the chaos of PE or daily physical activity. On one such occasion we ran two stations: a contained floor hockey setup for mass mayhem and a dance area where the students could follow along to the popular dances and tunes from Just Dance. In contrast to grade 7 PE where I instructed team based sports and specific skills like throwing and catching, PE with the young ones reminded me of an action sequence from any Michael Bay movie: loud noises and body parts flying in all directions. I was consumed with the excitement surrounding me and I greatly enjoyed chucking “sick sauce”, a.k.a. floating the balls with a simple wrist flick, or making diving saves just the same way I did when I played mini stick hockey in my formative years.