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Bertrands Scrambling through dense salal in the dark, weaving between the majestic western red cedars of northern Haida Gwaii , I could barely imagine where we were just days before—crossing Dixon Entrance off the coast in an open skiff, pushing head-on through ocean swells and salt spray. These were two vastly different worlds, connected by one strange little bird: the marbled murrelet.

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