So this is pretty gross: A friend wanted to show us what a red rock crab looks like by pulling up one of the ropes at the end of this pier, which we THOUGHT had a crab trap at the end of it. However once the end of the rope reached the surface there was a severed bull’s head tied to it, horns and all. The only thing I could think of was that the person who put it there was letting the animals of the sea make quick work of cleaning the flesh off of it so that they could hang it on the wall of their garage. It served us right for pulling up what we thought was someone else’s trap, as some consider that piracy (even though we weren’t going to take anything out of it but a look).
I guess I totally lied when I said my last #saltspring photo might be my LAST Salt Spring photo. Sorry! :)
Pretty sure this is the last photo I’ll be sharing from our trip to #saltspring (although I won’t hold myself to that as a promise, just in case I dig up one I forgot I took). This was shot from #bcferries on the way home. One of the last views of this wonderful (and large) Gulf Island. Next up, Mayne Island? We’ll see.
The tiniest mushroom in Ruckle Park. #saltspring #explorebc
The more I look at this photo of the moss on the side of a poplar tree in Ruckle Park on #saltspring Island the more it looks like a South American jungle shot from the air. I assure you it’s the former though. #explorebc
I hope you’re lichen the photos I shot on #saltspring this past weekend. A couple more to go after this one from Ruckle Park. The rock formations on BC’s Southern Gulf Islands could only be made better with things growing on and out of them. #explorebc
One of the best trees on #saltspring. In Ruckle Park.
Second in the #kronbauerkronbauer series where my wife @katiekronbauer and I are editing each other’s photos and posting in tandem. I shared a similar pic not long ago from Rice Lake where my son and @carinamariethiedeke’s son were facing it, with a caption something to the effect of “Show them the outdoors early and often” and it being a theme in my parenting. Same deal with this one I shot of my son and @jasondonaldson’s youngest yesterday on #saltspring. I hope that they grow up to appreciate our province and its outdoors as much as I do, thanks to MY father and the way he shared this world with ME; early and often.
A knuckle in Ruckle. There are so many strange clumps of trees like this in this park. #explorebc #wonderful_places #saltspring (at Ruckle Provincial Park)
7+ years ago @katiekronbauer and I held our wedding reception (she calls it a camping trip with friends) in Ruckle Park on #saltspring. We returned this weekend for the first time since, to say hello to the sheep that live here and to explore a few of the 529 hectares of awesomeness within the provincial park (with one of the folks who joined us way back when, @jasondonaldson). Some of the history of the park is that an Irish settler named Henry Ruckle homesteaded here in 1872. 100 years later, in 1972, his descendants donated the land to the people of #britishcolumbia with one caveat: a Lifetime Tenancy Agreement for the active farm they have within the park, as well as a few residences. It’s an awesome anomoly within our system of parks (which celebrated ITS 100th a couple years back). This building is the oldest outbuildings still standing, the forge, and was built between 1878 and 1880. Not pictured are the 50-or-so turkeys that gobble all around it year round. (at Ruckle Provincial Park)
My edit of a photo that my wife @katiekronbauer took while we were dragging a fishing line behind a boat that I was rowing on St Mary lake today (check her feed out for her edit). We fished for about an hour, the hook used was a handmade wooden one produced by a company called Wigglewood Lures on Vancouver Island, picked up last year on a visit to Campbell River when we actually went out in *separate* rowboats with salmon guides at @obmg’s Painter’s Lodge. We didn’t catch anything today (or that time in Campbell River!) but, as always, enjoyed the time out there. I haven’t seen any other boats out on the lake since we arrived, which should tell you how quiet it is. The loudest thing out there was our son Arlo who went from not wanting anything more than to go to shore, to enjoying himself and helping row, then back to not wanting to be out there. Katie and I will be doing more co-edits like this with each other’s pics in the future, tagging them #kronbauerkronbauer. Stay tuned. (at Green Acres Resort)