Well, that was fun.
We didn’t get to enjoy a soft landing this year, i.e: autumn, no, it just went straight to that. Heavy wet snow on leaves = tree massacre. I was still in my jammies when I raced to find my snow boots, parka, gloves, then ran outside to try to shake off and save what I could in the yard. Even with this effort, 4 trees were already broken. I’m sitting here and trying not to look at splintered branches dangling outside the window. It sucks, because Calgary has so little greenery to begin with.
I think animals were just as confused as people - Greg saw a small black bear darting across the road in our neighborhood this morning. I’ve seen big mule deer here several times, coyotes got in our yard once, and there was a lynx in the neighborhood over, but a bear? That’s a first. We’re on the outskirts of the city and adjacent to a wildlife corridor to the mountains, so it’s unlikely but not impossible.
It’s all melting now and it will be a big big cleanup. I heard it will take up to a month to get all the fallen tree debris sorted across the city, but at least we didn’t lose power.
Sooo. Here’s some snapshots from the past month. We spent the last day of summer (that be last Sunday) doing a great hike up to Nihani Ridge in Kananaskis. I love going there because it’s just a half hour drive, and has no crowds like the national park does.
We went to Salt Spring again and rediscovered the joy and misery of camping. My camping cooking is as laid back as lounging in the summer heat… Salmon burger here, boiled corn on the cob there… We’d buy fish or sausage from the grocery store and supplement everything else from the farms next door. How awesome to wake up and walk over to your neighbors to buy fresh produce? We spent the days hiking and reading, then walked into town at sunset.
Outdoor shower, anyone? Continue Reading…
They say when people go to hell, they ride B.C. ferries forever. The Duncan crossing is not so bad, only 20 mins and nice weather, but the big ferry from the mainland is killer. So boring! Don’t ever take me sailing, either. I’ll be jumping over and taking the only lifeboat.
Hiking up Mt. Maxwell with Dog Log.
Freshwater crayfish at Duck Creek Park. First time in my life seeing a crayfish!!! It’s like a mini lobster. We put it back carefully… I did wonder if it would be tasty… but you’d need a lot of them and it’s kind of a waste, I prefer them enjoying their life in the pristine creek.
Speaking of food, we camped near two small farms and got our produce from them. When I was little I always wanted a baby chicken as a pet, and when I got older I often wondered about keeping a couple of illegal hens, you know, tucked away somewhere. But if you ever smelled a chicken coop, you know that reality is less appealing. And there’s the business of murdering and plucking them when they stop laying… So I’d rather buy my eggs at the store, thanks.
This big bastard crowed at 4:30am, which I enjoyed, strangely.
The best strawberries in the world. These are “honesty stands” on the side of the road. You show up with pocket change and buy based on an honor system. They’re all over the island, so in the summer you don’t have to get produce at the store at all. My favorite stand is at Ruckle Park.
Here’s a plum stand in Fulford Valley:
Part of Indigo farm next door. Two city professionals have had it with the rat race and bought a farm — with zero farming experience of their own. A few years down the road and they’re doing great!
Looking South East from “Indian Beach.” I think the mountains on the horizon are the U.S. San Juan islands. This beach is a beautiful spot to soak up the sun, or have a sunset picnic. Good memories from here.
Sold by this nice man on the side of the road.
They weren’t cheap. That’s why I still need a fig tree.
Until next time!