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Showing posts with label forest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label forest. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Head for the hills...

When you turn on your tap do you ever think about where your water comes from?
Do you even know?
For us we know that it comes from our well via an artesian well 
somewhere deep underground.
But for those in the Greater Victoria area who have 'city water', it travels
from way up in the Sooke hills miles and miles away...
My mom and I recently went on the 26th annual tour of the Capital Regional District watershed tour.
A few times a year the CRD load people up on buses and take you through locked 
gates into the restricted, protected lands that provide hundreds of thousands
of people with clean, safe drinking water...
After meeting our escort, we are driven through pristine forest lands up to our first stop.
The watershed is made up of 20,550 hectares of land.
This is Sooke Lake. It's the largest reservoir in the watershed and has been in active use
since 1915. This is the primary source of water supply and is 8.3 kilometres long, 1.6 kilometres wide
and has a maximum depth of 75 metres. Do the math...That means there's about 
35 billion gallons of water in there!
We had an excellent guide by the name of Annette Constabel. She is very well informed and has been involved in the forest and water industry for many years. 
 She brought so much interesting info along with her and really knows her stuff.
 One of the next stops was Rithet Creek.
 It was a lovely morning and the creek babbled its music to us while we learned about it's history.
It's the primary tributary for the Sooke Lake Reservoir and supplies about 25% of the water coming in. Much of the rest of the water is from rainfall. We don't have a lot of snow here so we are not dependant on snowpack. It is a natural creek but was 'straightened' in the '60's which would not be done nowadays. 
 Although the forest around these parts is much the same as around my house, it felt different.
More delicate, much quieter...
 ...more vulnerable...
 Annette explained that the CRD goes to great lengths to ensure the protection of these lands 
not only for the safety of the water but the preservation of the forest...
It's not only home to the vast variety of flora but also the fauna.
Large mammals include black bear, cougar, Roosevelt elk, Columbia black-tailed deer and wolves.
(In fact we heard a wolf howl at the beginning of our tour.)
It's also home to many at risk species such as northern goshawk, marbled murrelet, western screech owl, northern pygmy owl, ermine and a local sub species of the American shrew.
  If gravel is needed, it's quarried here within the watershed. All the toilets are composting ones using wood chips from the fallen or pruned trees here. Nothing is brought in.
Any foresting is done with the utmost care...
 Invasive species are kept under control as best they can. Unfortunately Scotch broom
is a problem, as it is in most areas around Vancouver Island. 
Where the forest is left to be on its own, in its natural state, is simple perfection...
 Next stop down the road is the Deception Reservoir...
 This water is used for water release to the mighty Sooke River to protect ecological values downstream of the Sooke Dam. This reservoir holds up to 900 million gallons of water...
 Did I mention what a gorgeous day it was?!
Oh hey!, there's my mom! Say hi to everyone mom!
 At this spot, the CRD provided some drinks and a spot for us to have our bagged lunch. They had some info tents set up as well with  some historical artifacts to look at like these old pipes and flues.
 This is the spillway for overflow and water release...
 ...looking down the other side...
 Our next stop was the Goldstream Reservoir. 
This is a secondary water supply in case something happens to the main source in the Sooke Lake Reservoir. Apparently it can provide water for 6 weeks. That's it. Makes you think a bit hey?
There are a total of 11 dams on the 4 reservoirs built between 1892 and 1914.
 Annette had some interesting facts about a family that were caretakers on this reservoir from 1943 to 1949. One of the children, Johnina Smith wrote a book about here childhood there...
 What a place to live! In those days it was rough living though...miles and miles from anywhere...
They would put in a grocery order in October which had to last them until the spring!
Anyone who came up there had to be tested for TB. 
There was no swimming allowed, only fishing from non motorized boats..
 The house is still there but no inhabitants now. Its falling down but word has it the buildings may be restored and turned into a bit of a museum...
The last stop was the water treatment plant at Japan Gulch. Much technical stuff happens here including disinfection using ultraviolet light followed by chlorine and ammonia treatments.
And then it's off to the people! 
 We are so lucky here to have an abundance of safe, clean water.
Those who abuse this, the most basic of necessities should think twice.
It's a right, but honestly, it seems like its becoming a privilege.
It irks me so much when I see someone absent minded 'washing' their driveway or 
wasting water in any way.
So turn off the taps when you don't need them.
And enjoy that fresh glass of water.




Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Just wandering....

Autumn takes me to many places in heart and mind.
I love these days of warm glows, rich tones, the coziness but
I am also filled with melancholy.
Why is it that the fall takes us so inward?
 
Is it the last waning days of frolicking in the outdoors, layered but able
to fling off the outer sweater as the mid day sun filters through the fog?
Knowing how soon the cloak of frost will greet us one morning, catching our breath
as we step out the door?
The falling leaves, a reminder of the fact that with life comes death.
 
My yoga teacher lost her mom within a week of a sudden illness.
She was young and seemingly healthy and then gripped by cancer severely and quickly.
Today when I wandered through the woods I thought of  that quickness.
My teacher talked about wanting to run from those deep and uncomfortable emotions
but how yoga has taught her to gather them close to the bone.
To sit with them.
To breathe.
And even though she couldn't physically do a yoga session in the weeks that
followed her moms death, she was still practicing.
Still a student.
Don't forget to breathe.
So, the same for me in that yoga is not just a physical practice but something that
carries me through the day, the years, the flights and stumbles.
I thought of my sisters brief time here.
The leaves that crumbled so easily under foot.
The decaying fungi that lasts for maybe a few days or a week at best.
And in our human world how 100 years can seem so long but 
for the majestic evergreens it is but a smidgen of time spent rooting into the earth.
Relativity.
Watching Griffin, I thought that in only a few years my beloved companion will be gone and how
short a time his lovely spirit has graced my world.
How much joy he has given me.
How many wonderful places we've been together.
The thing to keep in the forefront again is not how short the time
but how deep and meaningful that life has been.
How lovely and cruel life can be in all it's moments.
It's fragility can seem like a gentle breath on the wind.
It's severity, the loud crack of a branch, falling to the earth.
Grasp it all, gather it, rake it up, jump in and toss it overhead.
Give your heart a soft place to land.
Just like those leaves, whirling up in the blustery days of October,
moments will fly away...watch them closely.
Remember...
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take,
But by the moments that take our breath away".
(anonymous)
 
(mom, Tracy, Danny, myself. Wilket Creek Park, Toronto 1973)

 
 

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Hello October!

Torrential rains are the welcome we get here from October...
You know the rain that you only see in the movies?
Pouring down and bouncing with bubbles off the road?
That's what it's been like here.
I subscribe to a site which sends me an "Irish Word of the Week"
hoping some day to find my way around a bit of the Irish language
and today's word is 'scaif', meaning 'hood'.
You will need yours today if you're around these parts.
Myself I welcome these days to fuel my
fires of creativity and leave behind the garden to sleep until spring.
(which, by the way still has a long way to go before it's put to bed!)
Yesterday I took the chance while there was a spell of 
non-pour on the horizon and went out to the 
forest to see the small and the large and what
goings on are going on in this world of mine...
Don't get me wrong...I welcome those crisp, autumn days, kicking
through the leaves but as some famous guy once said...
"You can't always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes,
You just might find,
You get what you need".














Tuesday, March 26, 2013

It's happening!

 It's spring time in the forest!!
Walking down along the creek the signs are all there...
A few pussy willows are still coming out...
The creek is singing...Griffin wishing for stick throwing... 
There use to be a bridge here for bringing the logs down from the hills onto waiting
trucks but has since been decommissioned...
 In the summer this is a great "cool off the dog" pool.
The salmon enhancement society releases hundreds of tiny fish in here
and if you put your feet in the creek, they swim around your toes to see if you're
something good to eat!
The moss has started to show off in thick blankets of all shades of green,
covering the skeletons of logging from long ago...
 When men were men and logging was done by hand, they would cut a notch in the
big tree, insert a long board and then a man would stand on either end and begin the
long process of cutting the tree with a band saw...
Now all that's left are the "mouths" from these springboards.
If only they could speak to us and the stories they could tell!
Looking closer you can see the tiny flowers of the mossy carpets...
The first of the Dog Tooth violets are beginning to bud...
As well, the False Lily of the valley unfurling her delicate leaves...
Coltsfoot...
and Indian plum...
Licorice fern...
Leftover fish bones from spawning days in the fall...
A loose downy feather, surely someone will collect to line a nest...
Speaking of nests...under this bridge I saw a grey bird fly out...
After careful investigation I found something I've never seen before...
The nest of an American Dipper!
Like a big fuzzy bowling ball.
I've seen the bird itself many times fluttering along creeks but never have I seen a nest.
They are so sweet how they stand and bop up and down in between diving. (hence the name 'dipper')
I watched the pair going about their business and got a few shots of them...
 It was hard though because of the low light and the fact that they move
around so quick and they're the same colour as the creek!
Did you know that they are the only true aquatic songbird?
After walking a bit more along the creek, looking at Hobbit inspired roots and trees...
...marvelling at more moss...
Amusing Griffin in between...
I went back near the bridge and just caught a few shots of the dipper
collecting grass and dipping it into water and then mud and taking it back to add to the nest...
How fortunate I was to witness one of natures marvels!!
Here's a little sample of the beautiful song of the dipper...video by Lynn Kelly
Maybe next time you're by a creek you may hear one!