“Salmon Come Home” was the theme on Sunday at the Hoy and Scott Creek Festival, which I attended as a volunteer with the Streamkeeper group. Our table was quite popular because not only did we have a couple dead salmon to look at, but we had one more salmon that we dissected for the crowds–mostly…
I had a nice run this morning. It feels great to get back in the swing of things–after my toe sprain, after my weird throat issues, and after our storms (which turned out to be heavy in some places but not where we live). I did a short run on Tuesday and then today decided…
This afternoon I volunteered with the Streamkeepers to go notch a couple beaver dams that were completely blocking fish. It was the first time I’d been in the creek–quite literally in it, in waist-high waders. I was amazed at the time it takes to cover a small area of this watershed. The trail leading in…
Photos taken and copyrighted by Morgan and Mary Woodbury In late August of 2014, my husband and I, and our moms, went to Bella Coola, BC–the gateway to the Great Bear Rainforest. I’m currently editing a PDF of my studies of the rainforest. I had completed a series of articles about the forest, but need…
We have been having the best weather lately. Cool mornings and nights, hot afternoons, sunny and cloudless skies, and gentle breezes promise autumn. Yesterday was another such day, and I volunteered with the Streamkeepers group at the Riverview Tree Festival. The Maple Creek Streamkeepers are one of the partners of Treefest and are in the…
Note: the feature image is of bears we saw near Williams Lake three years ago, not the bear I saw yesterday. After having blogged so much about my fear of startling a bear when running, I finally had an encounter on my run yesterday. Luckily, the bear was about a block away, and if it…
I returned from a weekend camping trip very sore from a trail fall, but my cold is better. I learned later that, though there was no sign posted, the Goat Lookout Trail, where I fell, was supposed to be closed due to high water in Felix Creek. The water did actually reach the bridge. Birkenhead…
Yesterday I went on a three-mile hike at lunch up to Deer Lake and the surrounding woods and back. I awed at the vast fields of bluebells and thistle and tall summer weeds and reeds as well as the murky Beaver Creek, whose runoff is part of a biofiltration project. I figured perhaps the cougar,…
Last night, as the sun dipped into a blackening sky, with a waning gibbous moon outlined by haze, my husband and I sat out on the back deck, as we often do in the summer, to idly chat and enjoy one another’s company–me with a glass of red wine, he with a water or beer….
When I began this blog nearly two years ago, my main goal was to write about running and otherwise being outdoors in the Anthropocene–particularly running in an age where our species has impacted all the other species of life on our planet. The deeper I get into wonderful circles of folks who do similar blogging,…
