He collects northwest Indian carvings and hopes to buy something. I meet a Canadian who biked, canoed and took ferries all the way from southern British Columbia. He tells me its been over 60 years since a totem was raised here. It's a red letter day in this little outpost. The totem pole lies on wooden supports.
People walk up and down examining every carving mark.
An elder comes up and offers a pair of white gloves. I ask what they're for. He tells me they're for those who will carry the pole. Stan Marsden carved this totem pole and is now arranging us along a series of 4x4's that cradle the huge pole. We could be oarsmen rowing a long canoe.