…but not a dog to be found. It’s a reference to a book that a friend loaned me a number of years ago, and which I truly could read over and over. I think that i just might rank in my top ten favourite books ever.
The book is titled “Three Men in a Boat (to Say Nothing of the Dog)” and it was written in 1889 by Jerome K. Jerome, and I highly suggest finding it in a library or, if you are an e-reader sort of person, you can find it for free download at Project Gutenberg (http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/308). The writing is lyrical, expressive, funny…and the only time that I have ever read a description of cheese that lasted practically three pages.
Today was time-change-day and it was also fantastically sunny and warm. I was feeling cagey and wanted to see some fish in a river, so we jumped in the truck and headed for Port Moody to visit a volunteer operated enhancement program, but it wasn’t accessible because of COVID, disappointing but not unexpected.
So we carried on and walked the loop around Sasamat Lake, chatted with a few strangers, took a photo for a group, and sat for a snack at a picnic table on the edge of the water in the sunshine. People fished, children played in the sand, and an elderly fellow swam the length of the lake and back.
It’s November 1st on the West Coast.
Typically, it rains from about October until May on the coast, so when the sun comes out to play, West Coasters flock to places to bask in it. Fall days aren’t often like this….so one definitely needs to take advantage of them when they come.
Here is pretty awesome.
On the way back we stopped in at Noon’s Creek, home to another volunteer run enhancement program. The trails here were open and populated by others seeking sun and sea. The trail follow the creek down to where it empties into the ocean up Port Moody arm, and I got to see the fish I was hoping to see. There were a few chum salmon in the creek and we hung over one of the bridges crossing the creek to watch them. At a lower bridge a helpful pedestrian called to us to point out a fish, and at a higher bridge a family of three saw two males beating the tar out of each other so I pointed out the female hiding in a pool above them and explained that they were vying for the right to fertilize her eggs when she decided to release them. We chatted for a bit and then wandered on, vacating the bridge so others could watch the fish below, going about their business.
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