It's a dark, dingy bit of terrain, cut off at each end by busy roads and high fences, polluted by runoff from a construction site upstream, untended, unvisited, except by people dumping garbage from both sides; coffee cups and old lumber, plastic and styrofoam, scraps of paper, and, of course, an upside-down shopping cart. At the bottom, a trickle of water meanders through oily mud.
Ma Nature is fighting back. Out of the muck have sprung hundreds of skunk cabbages; the floor of the ravine glows!
|Clean, bright yellow and green!|
|Here and there, the first salmonberry flowers invite pollinating insects.|
There's more! The ravine lives!
|A woodpecker tree crumbling into the salmonberry bushes.|
Some of the holes in that tree go deep into the centre. Something other than woodpeckers has been at work. The largest hole would make a good den:
|Is there a face inside that bottom hole?|
|Hanging high above, a pair of shoes is gathering moss.|
We would have liked to scramble down to the bottom, but it was starting to rain. We went on into the Tim Horton's, found the line-up impossibly long, and went home without coffee.