The River Scissura seems to spring up out of the rocky slopes themselves. Its journey of splitting the island neatly in two begins here in the north region, where any creature of Salvos would be hard-pressed to find a patch of flat terrain. Uneven coastline, plunging cliffs, jutting rock, and towering mountain hemlocks mark this end of our isle as the harshest contrast between land and sea. Pacific silver fir clumps together in rocky patches with the hemlocks and even some yellow cedar. Any who look out at the ocean on a clear day can spot tiny islands dotting the distant horizon – or are they merely a mirage of wishful thinking? Sure-footing is essential to survive in this rugged sector, as well as senses keen enough to pick out what may lurk just around the next bend.