Elated to See Coho Spawning in Byrne Creek in Burnaby

Yay! Saw a pair of spawning Coho salmon in the lower ravine today.

We’ve been getting so few spawners back that this is a wonderful sight to see. Especially with Coho, since many of the few females that come back to our creek die before spawning.

I spotted the female first. You can see her white, abraded tail, worn down from digging her redd (nest for her eggs). And you can see the redd, the bright patch of cleaned gravel and cobble.
I suspected there must be a male nearby, and then the female spooked and ran about 10m d/s to hide under a log. I took another quick look, not wanting to disturb her again, and was elated to see the larger, wine-dark colour of a male beside her!

coho spawning byrne creek burnaby bc
The female with her tail abraded from digging in the gravel/cobble. You can see the redd, or nest of eggs, to the right.


A few mintues later when she hid under a log with the larger, darker colored male

Updating Quake/Go Kits, Car Kit

Taking a lesson from the flooding and refreshed our quake/disaster Go bags today.

They are backpacks that we keep at the front door with changes of clothing, rain jackets, toques, heavy socks, mittens, emergency sleeping shelter (a reflective sleeping bag that weighs a few ounces), flashlights, extra batteries, granola bars, chocolate, water, Life Straw personal water filter, fixed-blade knife with a fire-steel in the handle, first aid kits, etc. . .

His and hers.

Oh, yeah, also a Zip bag full of cat food and a small carrier.

We also keep some gear in the car at all times, but I should probably upgrade that. . . So I just ordered some emergency gear to update the quake kits and pad the car kit from Mountain Equipment Company.

Old Photo of My Uncle Paul

As I come across more old photos, this looks like my Uncle Paul.

As I recall the story, he suddenly collapsed and died during recess in the yard of a one-room schoolhouse in Saskatchewan.

I think it was an undiagnosed heart issue.

There’s another photo that I remember of my paternal grandmother stricken with grief at his funeral as his coffin was carried out of the tiny prairie church.

Such raw pain etched on her usually stoic face . . .

She was one of toughest pioneer women I’ve ever known, dedicated to work, family, and church, and yet so accepting and loving of us all.

I was named after him.

I love that in this photo he is holding books and a trophy, for I have always loved reading, writing, and editing.

uncle paul cipywnyik books trophy