British Columbia’s sockeye salmon run is bizarre, beautiful and bittersweet

You know the salmon are returning when First Nations bands start telling salmon stories and performing salmon-themed dances and songs. The species is integral to their culture—and celebrated as such.

“Every four years the salmon gives its life for us to survive, so we want to make sure that we honor it,” says Frank Antoine, an Indigenous guide for Moccasin Trails from the Shuswap Nation as we canoe along the South Thompson River in nearby Kamloops, where the North and South Thompson rivers meet. “It’s like having your children leave for four years and then come back from university. It’s an appreciation; and hopefully it’ll be passed down to the next generation.”

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We don’t see any salmon while paddling the South Thompson, but occasional splashes remind me of their presence. I do, however, see plenty the following day when I visit Adams River. And you’d expect nothing less from one of the most important sockeye breeding grounds in North America.

A main path from the park to the Adams River overflows with tourists all vying to see the water turned crimson. As I jostle for space on a forest path on the riverbank, I watch seemingly robust fish jump across the rocky riverbed. Some display impressive bouts of energy, while others are clearly on their last breaths, resting in pockets of deep water.

Behind me, Guy Scharf, from Fisheries and Oceans Canada, captivates a group young children as he dissects two salmon on what looks like a rudimentary operating table.

Flesh, blood, teeth and body parts unidentifiable to the uninformed eye are spread out neatly during this open-air biology lesson. Further along, children in gumboots play at the river’s edge, while tourists attempt to capture photos of the fish beneath the water’s rippling surface.

We don’t see any fishermen on the river here because the salmon are well past their prime. Their journey through rapids and waterfalls has rendered their flesh soft and unpalatable, and, as Frank says, when they reach the Shuswap it’s time to honor them.

Salmon are, however, readily enjoyed at other times during their lifecycle and are an important fixture on the dinner table during indigenous ceremonies.

The importance of salmon of any species in Canadians’ diets stretches far beyond its First Nations peoples. Right across the country, in grocery stores, restaurants and markets, salmon is prominent. It’s even sold as dried slithers and candied morsels at airports, an interesting souvenir for travelers clinging onto Canada’s flavors. I’d even go as far as saying it’s just as much a part of the national identity as maple syrup.

Both Frank and Don agree salmon farms are also an issue on Canada’s West Coast, with the risk of disease spreading to wild populations, affecting mobility and increasing the risk of predation. But there’s more to it.

The warming of ocean water, spread of ocean plastics, and water and light pollution all impact on wild salmon populations, resulting in fewer salmon hatching—let alone beginning their homebound journeys.

What’s happening is being described as a major ecological shift, but the casual observer at Tsutswecw Provincial Park—whether local or tourist—is likely to be unaware of the salmon’s plight. For them, the sockeye salmon, gathered here to spawn and die in their millions, are putting on a hell of a show.

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