Gumboots in the Straits

 

Gumboots in the Straits, Nautical Adventures from Sointula to the Salish Sea is hil­ari­ous, in­sight­ful and totally can­did. Each chapter chron­icles the es­capades of young men drawn to British Columbia’s West Coast and the in­side wa­ters of Vancouver Island in the 1970s.

This dec­ade was a time of up­heav­al cre­at­ing a ma­jor shift in so­cial norms. Countless young people were seek­ing a bet­ter life, anchored on the con­cepts of peace, love and free­dom. The ac­cess­ib­il­ity of the birth con­trol pill, the in­creas­ing pop­ular­ity of marijuana and grow­ing con­flict over the Vietnam War all con­trib­uted to the changes that took place.

A lot of people were on the move res­ult­ing in an in­triguing cul­tur­al stew of hip­pies, back to the landers and Vietnam war res­isters find­ing their way to re­mote areas of the BC coast. They came from the US, oth­er parts of Canada and sub­urb­an areas of the province.

Many shared a cer­tain in­no­cence, even na­iv­ety, about what life in less in­hab­ited areas would be like. But there was also op­tim­ism and a will­ing­ness to take on the chal­lenges in­volved in learn­ing new ways of liv­ing and earn­ing an income.

Most of the men be­came com­mer­cial fish­er­men for at least part of their work­ing lives. And most had no ex­per­i­ence when it came to trolling, gill­net­ting or sein­ing. Some learned un­der the guid­ance of men (be­ne­vol­ent or oth­er­wise) who had been earn­ing in­come from fish since they were teen­agers. Others figured things out through mul­tiple ex­per­i­ences of tri­al and error.

Skippers yelled, boats sank, people fell over­board, days off were of­ten spent at the nearest pub and big crew shares were cel­eb­rated. For the most part, fish were plen­ti­ful and if you were will­ing to work hard, the money was good.

I ini­tially bought this book as I know half of the twenty-sev­en con­trib­ut­ors. Learning the back­story of these men was in­triguing but I was equally en­grossed in the stor­ies by people I’ve nev­er met. I par­tic­u­larly en­joyed the chapters ac­know­ledging the sup­port of their fe­male companions/​spouses.

Kudos to Jane Wilde and Lou Allison for doc­u­ment­ing this unique era in Gumboot Guys, Gumboot Girls, Dancing in Gumboots, and now Gumboots in the Straits, all pub­lished by Caitlin Press.

Painter Bev Byerley on creativity

The west coast land­scape is the cre­at­ive in­spir­a­tion for most of Bev Byerley’s paintings. 

As a writer, cre­ativ­ity in­trigues me. Why do we seek it? How do we find it? 

While I con­tin­ue to ex­plore the concept in my per­son­al and pro­fes­sion­al life, I’m also curi­ous about how people in oth­er fields of artist­ic en­deavor, find their muse. Painter Bev Byerley was kind enough to share her thoughts below. 

First of all, I take pho­tos of my fa­vor­ite places. Usually it’s just a few in­ter­est­ing lines I see in these pho­tos that sparks my cre­at­ive interest.

Then I sketch the bare bones, em­phas­iz­ing the lines that I find in­triguing, with a paint brush and dark col­oured paint. After the ini­tial sketch I’m full of artist­ic ex­cite­ment and be­gin to block in col­ours and cov­er the canvas.

It’s usu­ally about this time that I real­ize just how much work it’s go­ing to take to pro­duce the im­age I have in my head. My en­ergy level wanes and I have to push my­self to keep going.

But when I do, there comes the point that I can see the fin­ish line and the ini­tial spark re­turns with all the en­ergy and en­thu­si­asm to com­plete the piece.

For me, paint­ing is like walk­ing a long dis­tance; pla­cing one foot in front of an­oth­er, and an­oth­er, and another…

Then sud­denly you’re there.

To view more of Bev’s work, vis­it www​.bevby​er​ley​.com. 

 

The Cougar wins gold!

I’d for­got­ten about the Foreword Review’s IndieFab Nature Book of the Year nom­in­a­tion so was caught totally off guard when The Cougar re­ceived the gold award!

As al­ways, I’m so grate­ful for the sup­port and great work  done by my pub­lish­er, Douglas & McIntyre and to all the people who so gen­er­ously con­trib­uted their know­ledge, ex­per­i­ences and pho­to­graphs. The book would­n’t ex­ist without them.

Renee Andor wrote a great art­icle about The Cougar’s win in the Comox Valley Record.

 

Cougars in urban areas

It’s un­be­liev­able how stealthy and quiet cou­gars are. And how of­ten they can be near hu­mans – on trails or even in urb­an areas – without any­one noticing.

Visit here to view im­ages and a video clip of a cou­gar cas­u­ally strolling the streets of a res­id­en­tial area in south­ern California.

As well as be­ing si­lent, cou­gars can re­main still for hours. Scroll down to the third and fourth pho­tos at this site to see the spot where the cou­gar known as 46m hid on a busy street in the San Francisco Bay area for six hours. Despite hun­dreds of people walk­ing, bik­ing and driv­ing by, no one knew a cou­gar was in the bushes un­til 46m de­cided to make a run for it.

And it doesn’t only hap­pen in California. In 1992, a four-year old, 60 kilo­gram cou­gar was tran­quil­ized and re­moved from the un­der­ground park­ing gar­age of the Empress Hotel in down­town Victoria, BC.

hidden cougarThis photo by Jessie Dickson shows just how well a cou­gar can blend in.