Ariel’s voice from the Little Mermaid was always too high pitched for me. I’m just not a soprano – I wasn’t even as a child. Sebastian’s range fit me better, which is probably why my younger sisters ended up enjoying the movie (and its music) more than I did. I think another part of it has to do with the happy ending of all Disney movies – even as a child, I appreciated the melancholy of the original Hans Christian Anderson tale. Still, I did find a certain joy in the Caribbean beats of some of the songs.
The sea always has a certain draw, whether from the energy and sound of the waves, or the simple experience of a world different than our own. There is a certain romance about sailors and the maritime tradition, perhaps now in part due to the nostalgia of a time before our own – modern fisherman often fail to evoke the same feeling. It is this sense, perhaps, that has drawn frequent visitors to recent unearthings along the Northwest Coast. Due to intense storms and unusually drastic shifts in the coastline, many of the markers of our former history have been revealed – shipwrecks and associated goods, the stumps of old coastal forests, and even iron formations that are not quite understood. Though some of them have even now been reconsumed by the sands and beaches, what is most interesting to me is the large numbers of visitors to these sites. Despite bad weather and the speed of coastal change, one wreck has already boasted at least 3,000 visitors.
Further off this same coast lie many of the mysteries of North America’s human past. In those coastal waters lie the best bet for discoveries concerning the migration of peoples from Asia to North America. It is in these areas, with the help of underwater archeology, that theories regarding coastal migrations, either by land or by boat or some combination of the two, might one day be confirmed. It is here, that we might learn who we are first, and perhaps better understand who we have become.