The valley bottom is thick with smoke. Plenty of fires burning. So far nothing threatening. Just a lot of smoke making it hard to breath for people with lung issues. Plenty of people walking around with masks.
Jimmy says he has to smoke a cigarette just to get some fresh air.
Morning in the valley bottom.
The Resort is busy, as is the valley, on the long weekend. I am on my fourteenth straight day and it will keep up for awhile.
We have been furnishing a house to be made into a BNB. Our job is to put together furniture made in China. It is amazing stuff. You start off with flat box with panels and a freezer bag of assorted hardware. When you open it up and take everything out all you can think is, FUCKKK! But somehow it all goes together. None of it is high quality. The wood is manufactured from sawdust and glue. The veneer has been printed on an inkjet printer and the vinyl fixed to the ‘wood’. It all fits in a flat box that can be stacked miles high in a shipping container. That’s some crafty engineering.
The garden is out in full force. The smoky air acts as a flat filter giving the same light to the bottom of the leaves as the top. It is like the plants are in a green house.
Sundown by Lisa.
The youngsters at work, from the UK and Ontario, have their belongings in their vehicles just in case they have to make a run for it. They haven’t seen anything like this. I tell them, it is good to be prepared but not to panic. I don’t say it, but it can get a lot worse.
The moon through smoke.
The Albertan tourists and second home owners keep flocking in like nothing is wrong. They bitch that the pool isn’t crystal clear, like they haven’t noticed burnt ash has been falling on it nightly.
The Columbia below the benches.
It will keep up for awhile like it always does. August has become a bitch.
Lisa and I headed out early to avoid the ruck. The town put on Valley Appreciation Day. It used to be called Visitor Appreciation Day. Before that it was called Alberta Appreciation Days. Alberta tourists/2nd home owners, making up the majority of visitors to the Columbia Valley. Regardless of the name it is a good day to get the fuck out of the valley bottom.
The huckleberries are under there somewhere.
We took to the mountains in search of huckleberries. We had success. The huckleberries were out and small. We stumbled onto a few good patches to fill our buckets.
Willow rustled rodents. Her tongue swollen and panting. She is a good dog. Lisa says I have to mind her better as she is getting old. I don’t have the heart to shut down her fun even if it’s for her own good.
Getting a swim in the creek. Perfect to cool off.
Lisa kept picking after I reached my limit. We creeped down the mountain in the afternoon, knowing town would be clear, cautious never the less.
Before bed I thought I’d better make sure the garden gate was closed. Walked outside into a warm evening. I never walk anywhere without boots. The garden is only thirty paces from the basement door. I figured I was safe to go barefoot. Half way there I stepped on a wasp and got stung in the crotch of the big toe and the tall one next to it. Damn. That’s seven stings this year! It could be my new record.
Little Big Dog.
I remember when I was about four, one morning, I took a stick and knocked down a nest in the shed. I was stung on the nose. That night I was with my Dad picking raspberries at my Aunt Elenor’s place and got stung on the ass.
Dad thought it was hilarious I was stung on the nose and ass in the same day. He laughed telling Mom when we got home. I couldn’t see the humour in it at the time. Now I am a Dad and Grandad it is damn funny. I can’t help laughing when I reminisce.
A few days ago I had the pleasure of taking five young co-workers on a hike into the back country. This is special for me because I get to show them places that bring peace to me.
Many of my young co-workers are new to the area coming from across Canada and other countries. They often don’t have vehicles nor do they know many spots to explore, so this gives them a chance to see some spots off the beaten path. They are very hard workers, their job is not easy making their days off precious.
The first lake.
To make the hike better my good friend Dave, after not being sure if he could come, signed on at the last moment. Dave is smart, being able to point out plants, animals, geological landmarks and also very funny. To top it off he is in great condition and can keep up the conversation on the hike while I am sucking wind climbing the mountain. The youngsters enjoyed his company and wealth of knowledge.
The young group of Jack, Payton, Kennedy, Wylder and Isobel were keen and wonderful hikers. Not a complaint and they watched over each other. That is so important on trips to the backcountry, you help each other, stay together and keep each other safe. It sounds easy but it is not always the way with young groups. Often people want to go out on their own. Sometimes when you hear of someone becoming lost that is exactly how it occurs, they are unsure of their surroundings and leave the group.
Jack from the UK was along. He hiked with Dave and I in the fall and is not only a great guy to work with, but a tremendous outdoorsman as well. If I ever broke an ankle on the mountain I am sure he would just throw me on his back and pack me down. To say he is as strong as an ox is an understatement.
Payton, Kennedy, Isobel and Wylder seemed at home in the mountains and had big smiles through the forest and on the rocks.
Payton never without a smile.
Payton now has a good friend in Willow as she made sure Willow had plenty of water throughout the hike, kindly sharing from her camel pack. I hope Willow does not expect the same treatment from me.
Kennedy finding a route through the moraine.
I am not sure there is a mountain big enough for Kennedy, as she tackled every rock and rise with unending stamina. I am convinced she could have ran the glaciers and been back while we had lunch.
Isobel making Willow think she will be carried the rest of the way.
Isobel was a great leader on the trail and was able to stay on route. I felt joy almost radiating from her while she looked to the mountain tops and blue water. I have a feeling hiking is going to be a big part of her life.
Wylder above lake one.
Wylder took the lead on the return trail off the mountain. He is a great young man, mindful and helpful to his companions. He also is well read and able to keep up intellectually with Dave, no easy feat.
Testing the water.
When we reached the top lake everybody jumped in for a quick bone chilling dip. It was decided females are much tougher than men.
Jack showing off before he takes the plunge.
Lisa, long ago, said to me the mountains are where I go to heal and rest. That’s true. She also said that isn’t the way for most people, so don’t be disappointed if other people don’t see it that way. It is true I get profoundly disappointed when I see reckless, careless and destructive behaviour in the bush.
Five wonderful young people and one old fart.
I am grateful this young group had confidence in Dave and I to take them out. It is my hope that these small hikes will show the joy the mountains offer. I really felt these young people saw it and got it.
Lisa and I were out looking for orchids a few days ago. Over the years we have found places where these wild flowers grow. It is always special when we find new spots with flowers.
The season is short for most orchids making when to look as important as where.
This is an excerpt from Orchids of British Columbia by AF Szczawinski published in 1959:
“The orchid family is unusual among the higher plants for a good many reasons, such as extreme variation, highly specialized flowers, and a great range of habitat. It is interesting that the number of seeds produced in a single capsule is, in many cases phenomenal. A count made at the Greenwich Observatory, England, showed that a capsule contained 3,770,000 microscopic seeds.”
“Unless the conditions of temperature, moisture, soil and shelter are ideal, failure for the seedlings is certain. There is only one chance in thousands that such conditions will occur. If only a small percentage of the seeds from each plant could grow to maturity, orchids would be as common as grass.”
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We have been overrun by grasshoppers. The garden has taken a beating. They seem to go after the youngest plants first effectively killing them. There are other plants they don’t seem to be bothered with such as peas.
The grasshoppers are small and growing. I could use a herd of turkeys to take care of these buggers. Perhaps I should figure out a way to trap them and deep fry them, smother them with seasoning and sell them at the farmers market. Dirty Bob’s Spicy Grasshopper Crunch. It could be a hit.
Quick trip into the big city. We left early and the three hours went by quick with us chatting and the traffic lite. The smoke from the forest fires wasn’t too bad.
We hit Costco. We had shopping lists for four families. It went surprisingly smooth and didn’t have to wait at check out.
I bought a couple of Lavender and Barberry bushes at about the third the price I could get them at home. Then we fuelled up with the cheapest gas in Canada. Albertans love to bitch, but they don’t know how good they have it. Not that I’d ever trade places.
Now I just have to figure out where to put those Barberry and Lavender bushes.
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Lisa had her appointment and we stopped at a mall so she could find a dress for a summer wedding we are invited to.
Looking for the dress took longer than Costco and the appointment put together. I walked around the mall looking through windows, but not going in. I saw Louis C.K. working at Sporting Life at the South Centre Mall. He was taller than he looks on TV. But it was him, sure as hell.
Lisa found a wonderful bright pant suit and colourful top. A summer ensemble. She looks gorgeous in it. Now I’m feeling bad for her, because I am going to look shabby on her arm.
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The way home was a steady stream of traffic with every kind of driver. I like to hang back and give the impatient plenty of room in case they have to dodge in on the two lane highway through Kootenay National Park. There was a few times I felt like closing the gap and leave them hanging out there in oncoming traffic, but that wouldn’t be good for anybody.
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When we were home and unloaded, I checked the garden. Perhaps it was the walk stretching my legs. I had a twelve second fart that broke the quiet of the evening. Even the birds stopped chirping and were struck with awe. A few neighbours came out and looked skyward. I had been travelling in the truck all day with Lisa and it built up. I was impressed I still had it in me.
Plenty of rain but it won’t be enough. God nows where the falling rain goes. Here we are at the headwaters with Stripped Turtles, Herons, Fossils, Native Fish, where not much changes. Sure we can bitch, compared to the rest of humanity we have it better. Who am I not to enjoy it.
A very nice walk this morning with Kelsie, Cooper and Scarlett. Lisa and I are lucky to have them along. Willow and Lola ran through the creek and fetched rocks and sticks. Lisa and Scarlett brought back pussy willows.
Scarlett decides to cross the creek on her bum. A good choice when unsure.
My father used to say, ‘Horns make poor soup.’ It was a way of saying, while hunting, to choose an animal, not by the size of the antlers, but how it will taste when it is on the table.
Willow thinks the horns taste just fine thank you!
Palliser Pass 