The United Nations declared 2011 the International Year of Forests. Who knew? Link to the UN website “celebrating forests for people” here. List of related forest events worldwide here. Canada’s involvement outlined here.
The R. B. McLean Sawmill was a family-run sawmill near Port Alberni, on Vancouver Island. Built in 1925, the steam-powered mill “is typical of the remote coastal lumber camp and sawmill complex from the middle of the last century.” A restoration project at this National Historic Site is ongoing, the impressive magnitude of which can be found here.
Stan Harder, my uncle, recently visited the mill – and captured these wonderful images – offering a glimpse of the way it once was, in BC coastal lumbering.
“Soon after we settled in our campsite, we realized the tranquility we were seeking was going to be rather elusive.” Full Story
In the first three months of 2011, B.C.’s coast exported 40% or 1.3 million cubic metres of logs harvested – a 300% jump from the same period in 2009.
“B.C. officials say the province is experiencing its slowest fire season in a decade and as a result, firefighters are being sent to out of province fires, while others are building trails and clearing brush. A rainy July has made this the slowest fire season in B.C. in ten years, and that status is not forecast to change for the remainder of this fire season.”
While there are many picturesque lakes in the world, I’m not sure any can match Mellin when it comes to both beauty and privacy. Situated on the Douglas Lake Ranch property 50 kilometers east of Merritt, BC, my dad and brother and I used to visit this high altitude lake for a fly fishing trip on an annual basis – until the lone cabin burned down five years ago. After learning this spring that construction of a lakeside yurt would be ready for summer, the three of us couldn’t wait to return this past weekend. When we reached the ranch Friday morning, we then headed up the familiar dusty old logging road for another 90 minutes, dodging numerous cattle along the way. Upon arriving at the lake, I was in awe all over again. And the only sounds all weekend (between the lively reels ‘n laughter) were of rainbow trout jumping in the distance. A memorable time!
Plywood, Plywood on the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all?
OK, so it won’t make the weekend literary section. But when I came across this link connecting me to politics and poetry, it got me searching for lumber poets. So far I haven’t found’em. Meantime, maybe some new lines will reveal themselves. For a few days though – ’til Monday at least – the only lines this corner will be concentrating on will be the ones aimed at getting the attention of Mellin Lake trout.