We drove to an unmarked point on the highway outside Tofino, British Columbia. Walked into the trees until we came to a small path leading up and up. Hiked for two hours up into the mountains, through knee deep mud and fallen trees. We started finding engine parts, the fuselage, scraps of rusted metal pockmarked among the trees like broken toys thrown by an upset child.

At the last stretch we look up and see the tail stretching out above our horizon. We climb the steepest part and revel the crashed WWII Canso bomber. Crashed so high and so far that it was left to wait, unclaimed and unburied.

Halfway between the forest and the sky.