By Matteo Cimellaro Local Journalism Initiative Reporter When he was a boy, Ron Tomma would leave after breakfast to run freely with his brother through their ancestral territory. The brothers wouldn’t return home until dinner. But his mom knew the boys wouldn’t go hungry or thirsty. The land was a grocery store full of raspberry and huckleberry bushes. Pristine, drinkable streams ran like veins down the mountains to the lush valley. Now, when Tomma hunts, he has to move carefully so he doesn’t trip or twist an ankle. Tomma, a knowledge keeper in his First Nation in B.C., has to push through undergrowth in a forest that was once as clear as hiking trails. Most of the berries are gone and the water is undrinkable. He blames the change on…
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