"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view." - Ed Abbey



“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to change, it’s not.” – The Lorax


Dan and I spent the weekend in the Walbran Valley, at the witness camp. I will keep my rant short, but basically this old-growth forest is not protected, and it has recently been announced that the logging company Teal Jones has been granted permission to log a section of it. There is so very little old-growth forest left…where’s the logic in logging it? It’s $. Plain and simple. There is no consideration of the environmental ramifications of this decision.

Obviously I use wood. People might call me a hypocrite. But consider, just for a moment, that the way we are currently harvesting lumber is incredibly wasteful, unsustainable, and destructive. There’s less than 10% of old-growth forests left on Vancouver Island…yet we continue to log it. What of the second growth? What of the clear-cut areas that remain bare and neglected, without an afterthought to even replant? What of the copious amounts of logging exports…sending out precious trees to other countries?

That was longer than I wanted. Sorry. Here’s some pictures to make up for it.

For the trees…






Meandering down to the river, where Dan crossed to check out Lot 4424 (where they plan to log)


Funnel chanterelle – soon to be our breakfast






Witness Camp – Dave, one of the protectors of the valley


The protection line – painted by individuals back in the 90s (I believe?) as a sacred boundary








Not my find, but probably the coolest mushroom found that day