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Bowen Island is 20 square mile chunk of rock lying two miles off the west coast of Canada. It is home to 3000 people, three mountains, two valleys, four lakes, about 15 beaches, two species of salmon, one village and me and my family.
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September 30, 2006
Turning to the water in the dying days of September. Local diver Adam Taylor has discovered YouTube and posted this great video of plumnose anemones eating a lion's mane jellyfish. These jellies are the nasty red ones on our coast, and their sting is very painful. Aine got one last year. At this time of year they mature and die so they are all over the beaches at the moment. Yay anemones for helping with the cleanup. And a couple of days ago, tipped off by David Smith, I took a bunch of off-island visitors down to Tunstall Bay to see the sunset and the bio-luminescence in the water. It was stunning. Looked like we had flashlights trapped to our feet as we walked in the relatively warm water. I love it that Bowen is a tree-covered rock in a sea of light. September 20, 2006
The drought has passed. It broke last week as the weather turned colder and wetter and less stable. The Gulf of Alaska high has deteriorated and we are living now beneath a grey blanket with the odd splash of sunshine. Yesterday reminded us of summer, today reminds us of the fall. This season needs a name, this interregnum between the drought and the flood, when the sky seesaws between its offerings. It will be like this until the first big rain that leaves snow on the mountains, which will happen in a month or so. That is when fall and winter sets in and the salmon return. So perhaps now, with the rains filling the creeks and sending freshets into the sea for the salmon to taste on their way home, we could call this "salmon-calling season" followed by "salmon return" and then, truly, winter. Here is a Bowen moment of the first rain of salmon-calling season. (mp3) September 09, 2006
A great tune from oldseed a Winnipeg songwriter who tours around constantly. He'll be on Bowen Island on the equinox, September 22, performing a house concert at Julie Vik's house. If you want to go, contact Julie at 2345 and see what's up. I think I'll head over there after our little Snug session wraps up. Dig the crazy harmonies at the end of this song...amazing passion there.
September 08, 2006
After long last, I have finally made some jellies from local salal and Oregon grapes. The jelly turned out pretty well. Here is the recipe I used: Salal or Oregon Grape Jelly 1 L (4 cups) juice of Oregon grapes or salal berries 1 L (4 cups) sugar 1 box Certo Prepare wild berry juice by barely covering cleaned, washed berries with water in a saucepan, heating until they come to a boil, simmering, then straining the juice. About 1 L (4 cups) of berries will yield about 500 ml (2 cups) of juice. Sterilize jelly jars, spoons and Pyrex measuring cup to pour boiled jelly into jars. Place new canning jar lids in saucepan with water, bring to a boil and boil for 5-10 minutes. Mix sugar and certo crystals with berry juice in large stainless steel pot, bring to a boil, boil hard for one minute, then pour into sterilized jars using sterilized Pyrex cup. Fix lids in place, screw on ring caps and let sit until cool and until the lids have sealed. And we made a podcast of this cooking episode, which you can find here (.mp3). Bon appetit! September 05, 2006
There is a tradition on the GulfIslands that the last ferries to leave on Labour Day are accompanied by a terrifically robust send off by Islanders. It is the time when the mainlanders and summer people ae sent home with a cheerful wave,and a sigh of relief. Summer is such a busy time on these islands that the Labour Day weekend is a relief to everyone. And to capture the spirit of the fact that we have our island backm, but only the winter to look forward to, I penned a song which we have been singing around Bowen for a couple of years. Every year, some of us sing it to the ferries as they leave, and this year, a small and hardy band of three of us met to sing off the 3:00 ferry. You can hear an mp3 of this particular performance here. And here are the lyrics for "Our Island's OUrs Again" aka "Farewell to all you Mainlanders", for your amusement: Our island’s ours again (Tune of “Rolling Down to Old Maui”) On the first of May of every year They come by boat and plane The ferry starts to overload And the traffic is a pain All summer long down in the Cove The shop doors open wide The rest of us head for the hills And find some place to hide Chorus: Farewell to all you mainlanders And welcome to the rain So raise a cheer, the autumn’s here Our island’s ours again! Their money spent, the continent Will accept them in its fold The beaches are available Though the water’s freezing cold Once more we can find our favourite seats On a barstool down at Docs And the women who run VONIGO Can replenish all their stock Chorus Now the nights are cool, the air is brisk Mount Gardner wears a shroud The wind has swung southeast again And the Sound is full of cloud For the next eight months we’ll hide away And slowly go insane But what care we, we’re finally free Our island’s ours again! Chorus The Squamish winds will blow for days And the breeze will chill our bones But the firewood’s stacked and the pantry’s packed And we’ve battened down our homes We’re done with yard work, cleaned the eaves And there’s nothing left to stain Let winter send its best at us Our island’s ours again! Chorus September 01, 2006
The Labou Day weekend is upon us, and the weather is supposed to be positively the hottest yet, so it's all good. WE went swimming today at Hood Point in cold water. Lots of little ochre seas stars around, On the rocks the babies were scouring the barnacle beds for mussles and there were numerous skeletons on the beach of small ones. The air is changing now, and there is an inversion tonight. Cool air has slid down the mountains so that it's quite chilly in the Cove where we were playing music at The Snug but up here at home, 275 fett above sea level, it's a warm night. TH elonger nights are leaving more cool air and water, and the cycle of declining temperatures is in full swing. Crickets are chirping. Fall is in the air. |