Anodyne
Thursday, October 21, 2004
 

Kanaka Creek, Maple Ridge, B.C. A toss-up yesterday between a return visit to Larabee State Park -- with photo gear this time -- or Ruskin, B.C. (pursuit! fear! catastrophe!) Woke up at noon, too late for morning light on that special sandstone cliff, obtained car at 2pm, drove out Highway 7 watching light leak steadily out of the day, and got as far as the Maple Ridge Value Village, where the rain started in earnest.

Several hours spent on Kanaka Creek's winding trails and at the hatchery, fish-watching and mushroom photographing. Great downed snags in the creek. Veils of waterfalls along the steepest parts of the canyon. Mist dropping down through the trees. The showers cleared, briefly, and Golden Ears and Edge Peak rose out of the clouds to the north.

A brief visit to the fish fence at 240th Street. Pissed-off huge salmon, their bodies cut and bruised in countless places, leapt shivering from the river, knocking against the bars of the counting cage. You could hear them very clearly from the parking lot -- bong bong bong, ringing against the metal like a distant cowbell, then the gunshot slaps of their weight hitting the water.

One picture of Ruskin, right at twilight. Grey lake, grey parking lot, grey mist rising off black hills, grey pickup in the grey gravel parking lot and an aircraft warning buoy on the overhead wires, bright orange, the only real color at all in the picture. When the disk comes back from London Drugs I'll post it here.Posted by Hello

- posted by cjb @ 9:32 AM


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