And the link for the other challenge...

In the comments below, AlphaMutt kindly drew our attention to another opportunity to win some money for Turtle Gardens - thanks, AlphaMutt. Since links don't become live in the comment section, I thought I'd make it easy for you with a live link.

Please note, this is a one-time vote, and for a different contest than the Shelter Challenge. The Shelter Challenge needs you to click daily.

So (just in case any of you are bleary-eyed over your first cup of coffee, as I am), here's a recap:

To cast a one-time only vote for TG in the Care2 challenge: click HERE

AND

To cast today's vote for TG in the Shelter challenge: click HERE

Woo Hoo - Turtle Gardens is #1!!

In the latest Shelter Challenge. Number One in Canada. Let's keep them there, and help them move up the overall challenge (North America) to win the BIG money. They are currently #30 overall.

So, every day please go to the Shelter Challenge (click HERE) and vote for Turtle Gardens. They need, need, need your help.

Once you have voted for Turtle Gardens once, each time you bring up that page, it will already list it for you so you just have to click on "vote" and then type in the name of the animal that appears, in order for the vote to register. It takes ten seconds each morning - ten seconds to help Yvette and Dave win some much-needed money for the dogs in their care.

How do you move an Animal Sanctuary???

With the help of a whole bunch of animal loving friends, that’s how. Hearts on Noses, the only potbellied pig sanctuary in western Canada, is moving. Regular followers of my blog will remember Scotch and Soda and their ten piglets whom I fostered for Hearts on Noses for nearly two years - they stole my heart and I know they touched the hearts of many readers. Now they, and the other 26 piggies at the sanctuary (as well as two horses, two cats, a dog, a turtle and a guinea pig) need help to get from the old sanctuary property in Maple Ridge to their new home twenty minutes down the road in west Mission.

It's a huge job. Possession of the new place is November 12th; the move must be completed by November 30th. With animal welfare groups, including Hearts on Noses, no longer having access to Gaming grants, money is tighter than ever. Janice Gillett, who runs Hearts on Noses, needs people/companies willing to donate or provide at low cost flatdecks and "high abs" (those machines that can lift sheds onto flatdecks) to move the piggy houses, horse trailers to move the piggies, and the people to operate the machinery, tow the trailers, help with the piggies, move the supplies, prepare the grounds, etc. etc.


There are jobs for everyone, and some of the timing can be flexible (weekends, weekdays, whatever suits you best). Individuals or teams of helpers welcome. How about getting a group of your friends or co-workers together and donating a day?? How about persuading your company to hold a "corporate community service day" by getting everyone out to pitch in? What about your place of business holding a fundraiser or taking up a collection to help the sanctuary? Would your company challenge its biggest competitor to raise more money or provide more hands to benefit the sanctuary?

If you are able to help, or if you know someone in the transport industry who might help, or someone in construction, or someone with a horse trailer, or if you can help with a donation, please contact Janice at heartsonnoses@shaw.ca or phone the sanctuary at 604-463-4059.

Feel free to copy this blog entry and circulate it among your friends and coworkers. Please spread the word. The piggies will thank you.

Hearts on Noses is a registered charity, and tax receipts can be provided.

Weird weather and loyal friends

The weird weather:

The weather the past three days has been tumultuous. That is the only word I can think of to describe it. It is brilliant sunshine one moment, torrential rain the next, and sometimes both together. The winds come up, the winds drop down, the clouds move in, the clouds move out……it literally changes minute to minute. At one point this morning, there was dark cloud and drenching rain out my front door, and blue sky and rainbows out the back!

Sky out front, 10:00 AM

Sky out back, 10:00 AM

So getting out with the dogs has been – um – fun. Especially with dogs who hate rain. The sun comes out, I say “Let’s go” and by the time their collars and leashes are in place and I have my shoes and jacket on – it’s pouring. And they stand at the door and pout.

Nonetheless, we did manage to get out between monsoons yesterday, the sun positively blinding us as it reflected off the puddles and raindrops everywhere.

Dog on a sparkly beach

Sunlight on black sand

Autumn reflections

The rest of yesterday was a lazy day – I did nothing but read, finishing off Dan Brown’s 736 page Deception Point in one day. I did not enjoy it as much as The DaVinci Code (my favourite of his other books) but an excellent read nonetheless. The best part of rainy days is curling up with a good book and a bunch of dogs.


The loyal friends:

My dogs are not particularly interactive with each other. Once in a long while, Sadie and Charley will engage in a game of tussle and kissy-face, and Oliver often follows Belle around like a lovesick adolescent. But overall, they are all very laid back characters, seldom getting their tails in a knot, quite independent and a bit reserved (kinda like their mama!). And yet, they watch each other’s back and they are loyal to their sibs.

Yesterday, Belle was very demanding and cranky. She barked commands frequently “Servant! Come Here! I need company!” and “Peon! You are Blocking My Basket! Move!” and simply “Get outta my face!” or “Feed me!”. The dogs just looked at her and backed off – no snarling, no talking back, no challenging the Princess Belle.

I'm being followed

Back off!

But I wuv you!

And then about four o'clock this morning, Charley came and pawed at my bed. "Mama, Mama, wake up! Something’s wrong wiv Belle! "

Sure enough, Belle was out in the hallway, retching and gasping. As she continued to cough and retch, bringing up bile, her little chest heaving in and out (I think she may have aspirated some reflux into her lungs), Charley lay right beside her – watching intently, her glance moving from me to Belle and back again. Eventually Belle’s breathing eased and she lay exhausted in the hall – where Charley stayed beside her until she felt well enough to move back to her basket.

This morning, Belle is still under the weather, and refused her breakfast – unheard of for the Princess, aka Alligator Jaws. Mostly she has been sleeping, but each time she gets up one or other of the dogs runs to check on her. Even Sadie has foregone a nap on my bed to stay close by. Right now, Oliver is sleeping next to her basket, keeping guard.

I hope Ms. Belle will soon be back to her bossy little self. If she’s not back to eating tomorrow, I’ll call the vet. But in the meantime, I have three very good Belle-sitters, who will continue to keep watch over her and let me know if she needs some help.

And now the sun has reappeared so I think I shall try to get two rain-repulsed black and white dogs out for their walk before the next downpour hits!

For Two-Legged Charlie

My friend Charlie (the man, not the dog) phoned from Alberta to give me heck this evening for posting two grumpy blog entries this past week – one complaining about Hallowe’en and the other about the Olympics. He and I don’t see eye to eye on those two topics apparently. But since we've known each other for something like 40 years now, I also know he was just looking for something to tease me about.

However, he has a point – I try to keep this blog a happy, or at least restful and non-controversial, place.

And so, for Charlie (the man, not the dog), here are some things that made me smile today:

A bit out of focus, but silly old Oliver started my day with a laugh when he wandered under the breakfast table and couldn’t find his way out.

And I was too late with the camera to catch another amazing sunrise, but these shots on the water just after dawn brought me happiness too.











On the Wednesday Walk today, I spotted this translucent, lacy mushroom (toadstool?) amidst the fallen leaves.

And the abundance of golden maple leaves on the ground reminded me of one of my favourite pictures from when Charley (the dog not the man) was a puppy.

We walked the “pond hike” at the end of Escarpment Way – a rather long uphill climb up part of Maple Mountain – and the fallen leaves blanketed the path with beauty.

The light shone through the trees creating patches of sunshine and shadow. I think this was my favourite photo of the day:

Tarben made me smile, as he always does:

But perhaps the biggest smiles of all came on the drive between Crofton and Duncan. It is apparently a long-standing local tradition to take one’s jack-o-lantern out along Osborne Bay Road the day after Hallowe’en, and place it there for all to see. Osborne Bay Road is a pretty fifteen minute drive, lined with trees, boulders, fields, and very few houses. And for every one of those fifteen minutes, jack-o-lanterns peeked out from every stump, every rock, every cement barrier on both sides of the road.

Some locals have apparently named the stretch “Sleepy Hollow”. Ghostly or not, the sight of bright orange faces with big grinning mouths watching the parade of cars whiz by – well, one can’t help but smile.












A little community spirit, a little bit of fun – and the inspiration for a blog to please a two-legged Charlie.

Muddled thoughts of a Mighty torch

I am not particularly pro-Olympics 2010, being held this February in my province. I think it is far too much money spent on far too few people and mostly benefiting powerful corporations and a few elite athletes (who are sponsored by powerful corporations). I think the prestige and dollars we throw at sports today is disproportionate to their importance in a civil society, and I can’t imagine a province spending so much in celebration of the arts. I am disturbed by the displacement of the poor to make way for tourists and Olympic venues, by the extravaganza that benefits the rich now and post Olympics, by the debt that the taxpayers of BC and particularly Vancouver will be left with.

And yet I couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement when the Olympic Torch made its journey through my little village of Crofton on Hallowe’en afternoon.



I decided to join the throngs of people because we are a very small community and it is a chance to share some community spirit. And no matter how I feel about the Olympics, I love being part of anything that celebrates my beautiful country. My presence at the torch relay was more about my overwhelming love for Canada and my delight in things patriotic than it was about recognizing athletic excellence.

And so Else and I took Archie and Sadie and joined the others flag-waving Croftonites. And it was fun. Lots of people, children and adults alike, were dressed up in Hallowe’en costumes.

There was music and pumpkins and games and picture-taking. There were police and firetrucks and Olympic 2010 motorhomes.

There were idiots throwing firecrackers into the crowd (about which the police did very little).

Everybody and his or her dog (literally – this is a very dog-friendly town, and most of the dogs are very social) came out.






Soon, the little ferry from Saltspring Island landed, and the police, 2010 officials, and runner with torch came into view.










And it was good. And it was fun. And someone even put a video of it on YouTube.

But I still think six billion dollars can be much better spent than on a two week event celebrating sports in a province where hundreds of children go to bed hungry, in a world where people die for lack of food and clean water.

Perhaps Sadie was right to fly her flag upside down - the universal symbol of distress.

And yet....I'm not sure.

A very special pair

One of my blog readers from Saskatchewan emailed me regarding a pair of dogs who need a home together. Jen works with an all breed rescue organization based in Saskatoon, SK. Recently, they were contacted by a small Humane Society to help two very special dogs who really need a home together. Here's what Jen has to say about them:

"Kita is a 5 year old Black Lab who has mild epilepsy and she has been surrendered to the Shelter with her sister, Kasey, a 4 year old Nova Scotia Duck Toller who works actively as her seizure alert dog. Kasey clearly is a very special girl as she alerts her people to a potential seizure and keeps Kita safe during them."

Now, what two dogs deserve to stay together more than those two? I believe, as does the rescue, that some special family could benefit from Kasey's gift, and I'd love to see these girls find a home together.

You can read more about the dogs, and find links to their petfinder pages, on Jen's blog: http://www.jensblackdogblog.blogspot.com/

Happy Hallowe'en..and please keep your critters safe!

I'm not much of a Hallowe'en fan - between greedy kids with pillowcases (PILLOWCASES!!!) full of teeth-rotting, mood-changing, sugar-loaded candy, inconsiderate teens tossing firecrackers and defacing property, and ignorant adults ignoring fireworks bans and not protecting their critters....well, it just simply is NOT my favourite time of year. The real origins of the day have been lost, consumerism has once again reared its ugly head (have you checked out the price of costumes lately, let alone the price of treats???), and in its wake are streets full of candy wrappers (so much for waiting until the kids get home for parents to check their goodies) and other crap.

But, to me, the most distressing part of Hallowe'en is the number of lost dogs and cats posted in the week to follow. Dogs and cats do NOT belong outside on Hallowe'en night - not even for an instant. Yet every year, people whose dogs "always come when called", "stay right by my side", or "have never done this before" become startled by the firecracker that goes off nearby, or the plethora of noisy costumed kids crowding the open doorway, or simply the out-of-the-ordinary night sounds and smells. And so that dog or that cat that has never taken off before bolts, ignores calls, and is soon lost and confused and terrified if they don't first run into the path of an oncoming vehicle.

An animal can slip through an open door faster than you can say "Stay!". Dogs that never jump fences or bust through gates suddenly do so. And that flat collar that seemed snug is no match for an elongated neck of a frightened dog who backs out of it and leaves you holding collar (with id tags, of course) and leash in your hand.

So - keep your critters inside. If your dog needs a potty break use a martingale collar, or a combination of two collars (or harnesses) with two leashes and two walkers holding those leashes, to give you those critical extra seconds to grab him or her. Make sure all cats and dogs are confined in an area where they do NOT have access to the door from which you will be giving out treats. And keep them there until well past the witching hour because those firecrackers and late night revellers can be out creating havoc after all the wee ones are home driving parents crazy with their sugar highs.

It will be a busy day for me - I'm volunteering at Chemainus Theatre for much of the day, arrive home just about the time the Olympic Torch arrives at the ferry dock near my home (which may mean I can't get home right away due to road closures), then I'll check out the party in the park, quickly walk the dogs on their Martigales, put the cat in the bedroom and the dogs behind the baby gate in my office, and start with the endless stream of trick-n-treaters. After many years of living in the country with few or no kids to contend with (not a single one for the past three years), I've been told to expect anywhere up to 150-200 tonight. Ugh!

And tomorrow, no doubt, I'll be reading all the "Help! our dog ran off last night!" ads and signs and figuring out which searches I can help with.

Please keep your critters safe.

For Cisco, For Ellen

Cisco, Sleeping in Rays of Sunshine
(Photo by Ellen )

My friend Ellen and I had a long talk on the phone last night. For a couple of weeks now, we have known that her senior whippet Cisco was experiencing some health issues, and Ellen had already been given the heads up that the news might be bad.

On Monday night she received confirmation of what we both feared. Cisco, the whippet that melted my heart and stole hers completely, has been diagnosed with lymphoma - the same horrible cancer that stole my Caleb.

And now Ellen is going through the overwhelming task of weeding through research, making decisions, trying various treatments to keep Cisco comfortable and to help his last days or weeks or months - or possibly even years - to be as precious to Cisco as Cisco is to Ellen.

Just as I made the decision that chemotherapy was not an appropriate route for Caleb, Ellen has decided it is not the right choice for Cisco. And so now begins the process of researching and considering the best choices among dietary changes, herbal remedies and homeopathic treatments, conventional pharmaceuticals like prednisone, and so on. The goal, as always, is to provide Cisco with a treatment plan that is right for him, that will give him the best quality of life for whatever time he has left.

Cisco is twelve, and Ellen adopted him just over a year ago when his not-so-great family decided they no longer wanted him and took him to the vet to be euthanized. Thank goodness the vet they chose talked them into surrendering him, and phoned Ellen to see if she could offer him a home. Thank goodness that Ellen said yes. Thank goodness that Cisco has been blessed to experience her loving care, the company of his young whippet brother Kinley, runs on the dikes and rides in the car, sleeping on the bed (under the covers, yet!) and curling up with the cat. It is the type of life I wish all dogs could live. And, oh how I pray that he will have many, many more nights curled under those blankets and many, many more days racing along those dikes.

Please keep Cisco and Ellen in your thoughts and prayers as they make this difficult journey together.

((((((Hugs))))) Ellen. We are here for you both.

Messin' with the camera

After a year or two of using my camera on auto mode, I finally started messing around with the manual settings this week. Surprise - I found I have a "continuous" mode for action shots so I don't have to wait, wait, wait for the camera to be ready to shoot again!

When the sun broke out after a rainy morning, I took these photos down along the sea walk. I'm not sure if the manual mode produced anything better than the auto mode, but it was fun trying. (Note: I always find photos lose something in the reduction to blog size - to get the full impact of any photo, just click on it to enlarge, then use your back browser to return to the blog.)

First, of course, was the obvious - the brilliant fall colours, reflected in the waters of Osborne Bay:

Fall colours in water

Sunlight after rain

Sunlight reflecting on metal barrier

I tried some bird shots - something I've never found satisfactory with the camera on auto mode. There were lots of birds in the bay - gulls and ducks, geese and cormorants, herons and even those most comical of birds, the oystercatchers.

Oystercatchers always make me think of "Comic Relief" Day with its signature red noses to raise funds for charity - although the oystercatchers don't have round red noses, they do look like large black crows with fake bright orangey-red very long beaks. I wasn't able to catch a picture of them, but sure enjoyed listening to their hilarious chatter as they squabbled over a piece of rock. You can see what they look like here.

I did try my hand at catching birds in motion, though my zoom doesn't bring them in as close as I'd like:

Bird taking flight

Gull against blue sky

Bath time

And then my favourite bird shot of the day:

Bird on a wharf

And a few shoreline photos:

Beached Log

Shells and stones in sunlit waters

And lastly, a shot of the marina and bay from the little park by the ferry dock. The building to the right is an old schoolhouse, now museum.

One day I shall have to print out the camera's instruction manual (I hate how manuals are all online nowadays!) and actually learn how to use the manual mode more effectively. But for now, it was fun playing around with the settings.

(PS: I'm off to the mainland again for a couple of days, to visit my mom and my Emma and, of course, the piggies, so comments posted might not actually appear until Thursday night as I likely won't have internet access. But please comment anyway!).

While You Were Sleeping

This was sunrise this morning, when I got up to let the dogs out. A half hour later, the sky was completely covered with cloud, and it rained the rest of the day. Thank you, Belle and Oliver, for being such early risers.

There are some mornings when having the dogs get me up so early is pure joy!

Poor starved critters

Mama, we're starving!

FEED US NOW!

Sometimes ya just gotta help yerself.

Wednesday Walk: Fall on the Estuary

The morning rains ceased in plenty of time for the Wednesday walking group to meet at our usual place, Litos Café. As we decided where to go, passengers awaiting the little ferry to Saltspring wandered nearby, including this cutie – six month old Sully.



Sully is the nephew of Tarben, one of the Wednesday walking canines. Wiggle butts and puppydog eyes drew us like a magnet, so of course we had to stop to visit and to collect bulldoggy face washes.

We said goodbye to Sully and headed out to the estuary at Swallowfield, where the leaves are now drifting to the ground yet fall colours are still plentiful, and the spawning salmon create thick swirls and splashes at the mouth of the Chemainus river.



It is hard to describe, and even harder to photograph, the impact of dozens of large spawning salmon flipping and splashing and shoving, preparing to lay their eggs on the shallow gravel banks that separate the fingers of the stream. The ripples you see in the above photo (you may need to click on it for a better view, then use your back browser to return to the blog) are not caused by wind or tide but by an undulating school of fish, most weighing between three and ten pounds I would guess, churning around and around and around.

I suspect they were getting ready to deposit and fertilize the eggs in the gravel. Everything I have learned about salmon suggests that is the case – their colour had changed, the water was shallow, the gravel plentiful, the fish were flipping (an action they use to loosen the eggs for deposit), and the large males were shoving the smaller fish out of the way as they compete for the privilege of fertilizing the eggs. Pacific salmon are somewhat unique among fish, in that spawning is their final act before death.

I've also always been taught that this is NOT a good time to fish – not only does it destroy the next generation of salmon, but the meat of spawning fish is soft and mealy, not firm and tasty as it is earlier in the season. In fact, in many states it is illegal to fish among spawnbeds, though I was unable to find any regulation forbidding it here.

In fact, we had the dubious privilege of watching a young man spear fish after fish simply by wading in, aiming, and then releasing the spear in the tradition of First Nations fishing cultures. (Note: spearing fish is illegal for nonnative anglers in BC; the First Nations are not governed by these same regulations).





Within a few minutes, he had pulled these four from the river, but then unfortunately (or, perhaps, fortuitously from the fishes perspective) lost his gear.



We left the anglers to their activities and wandered on further, where the dogs could run and play and swim without fear of being tangled in fishline or snagged by a hook. Because of the salmon run, the sky was filled with eagles and gulls and other birds harvesting their own catch to fill their bellies. In the pools of water, jellyfish floated – not big and red like the smacks that arrived in Osbourne Bay earlier this fall, but tiny and transluscent, drifting with the tide:



We enjoyed an hour or so watching the dogs play, humans drinking in the beautiful scenery while the dogs splashed happily at the water’s edge, or romped in the mud and grasses.








Tarben and Tess kept us entertained with their ongoing Battle For the Branch – alternatively stealing it from each other, parading around with it held high, or playing tug of war as they each grasped an end.



In this video, Tarben has decided the stick shall be his, and warns off all contenders – but watch what happens at the end when he gets distracted by a movement in the grass! LOL - Poor Tarben!



After a while, dark clouds began to gather and so we headed back. On the way home, I stopped to photograph this section of track emerging from the trees:



I had spotted the brilliant yellow, dense, sunlit tunnel of leaves Monday morning on my way to the SPCA, but didn’t have my camera. Now, just two days later, the leaves were already turning brown and many had fallen – yet still it was a lovely sight.

I do believe fall is my favourite time of year.

Making a house a home

It’s raining. The dogs are bored. Oliver is chasing the cat around the house, doing his little bunny hop dance and attempting to snap at Allie’s tail whenever she jumps up (thank goodness his reflexes are slow and Allie only threatens to swipe at him with her claws without actually connecting). Sadie and Charley are arguing over who should get to lie on the bed – at the moment Charley is the winner, and Sadie is sulking on the cedar chest at its foot. She is, I suspect, waiting, waiting, waiting for Charley to hop down so she can stake her claim.

"This sucks. I want the bed. Move, ya dumb ox. Grumble grumble."

The Princess Belle follows me from room to room as I move about cleaning this, or moving that…..in each room she settles down on the best available cushion or bed, only to rise with a sigh when she sees me move to another room. Poor Belle – she just wishes her mama would sit still for a bit! Perhaps it is a good day to read a book. But other tasks call to me – little things I am working on, little changes I am making to my house.

"Would you PLEASE stay put??!!!"

I am in love with my house. When I first bought it, it was a “good enough” house – right location, right price, right size but nothing exciting. This past week, I have found myself wandering around thinking “I love this house. I just LOVE this house.”. Slowly I have been transforming it to match my tastes – a bit of paint here, a bathroom reno there, new light fixtures throughout (oooohhhhh the sunshine ceiling in the kitchen gives the whole house a brand new feel – I love, love, love it!), a couple of new closet doors, rearranging this and that, surrounding myself only with things that give me pleasure – good books, some pieces of family history, bright and warm artwork, real wood. Yesterday I brought my beautiful patio bistro table in for the winter – a brilliant splash of colour to brighten the dark winter days.

"Hmmm...needs cleaning...has rain spatters..."

"Waiter, clean this table....and bring me a half litre of cream!"

An interior designer would no doubt have a heart attack looking at my place, as nothing is particularly modern (or uniformly antique, for that matter) and the furniture is a mish-mash of woods and fabrics and styles – but it is MY place, a comfortable place, a place of peace and solitude and yet a place to welcome friends.

And, because I am not worried about having the Home Beautiful image, it is a place where my dogs and cat are welcome everywhere, in every room, on every piece of furniture and on every rug.

And my critters, of course, are what make my house my home.

The Paradox

How can people who claim to like the outdoors, who supposedly enjoy nature, who bitch about depleted fish stocks and salmon closures, do THIS to the area in which they fish???

This was Swallowfield last week. I have been walking the dogs there nearly every week for months now, and never seen any garbage – not a thing.

And then the salmon run began, and the anglers came (though I’m not sure fishing is legal at this particular place, nor it is advisable during spawning in a year when stocks are depleted) – and THIS is the mess they left behind:



Well, actually, that’s just part of the mess – I didn’t touch the soiled toilet paper left all over the place, and the pile here doesn’t include the Tim Hortons coffee cups dropped liberally along the trail in.

Not only was there this crap left to polute the land and water, but the edge of the water was strewn with fishing line and packaging from fishing supplies. And all along the edge of the water were discarded fish parts - they filleted their fish and just dumped the remains.



This is illegal - fish must be transported whole, head and tail intact. I know this because I once got caught with beheaded, cleaned fish when I was transporting them in the teeny tiny freezer of an small motorhome I once owned. Fortunately the fisheries inspector let me off with a warning.

I love to fish. I consider myself an angler. But I would never, never, never pollute the very land and water that gives life to the fish and balm to my soul. How can these people who eat nature’s bounty, who fish in this beautiful place, walk away from this mess without so much as a backward glance? For shame!

To get away from the mess, we walked passed our favourite (now garbage-strewn) spot and across the estuary. Fortunately, the anglers had been too lazy to walk out that far – no garbage here. The tide was the highest we had ever seen it, huge salmon were flipping around in the deeper pools, and the autumn colours provided a beautiful backdrop against which to enjoy an afternoon out.

High tide

Serenity

Fall on the estuary

Fall colours

On the return hike, we took a detour to a part of the delta I hadn't seen before. There we found hills covered with small bright green ferns, evergreens laden with cones, and ripening grapes planted long ago by the homesteader on this land. Among the grape and blackberry vines we found winter crocuses and the old stone foundations of a house.

Hills of green fern

Bough laden with cones

Stone foundation amid the vines

Winter Crocus

Grapes

Grapes and old stone foundation

We left nothing but our footprints, we took nothing but photos.

What a shame the anglers did not do the same.