From Unist’ot’en Camp: No Word For Goodbye

From Unist’ot’en Camp: No Word For Goodbye

Leaving Unist’ot’en Camp was hard. As I stepped away from a group of new friends passing pens and notebooks around to share contact information, I found myself on the banks of the Morice River under the pines. Looking up to see their silver and green tops swaying with...