2010 Race 2 Finish travel blog

we parked at the Scotch Creek bridge

a sign announced it as 'Salmon Habitat'

and below the bridge the creek was teeming with red fish


except for these fish that had spent the last of their life's...

today the crowd was quiet and respectful

even from the bridge Madolyn got this picture of a fight and...

dead fish were everywhere and they lose their color fast

but life is for the living and there were active fish everywhere...

pairing off

being challenged

and fighting each other


much of the mating goes unchallenged









but challenges and fights are frequent too


with the winner getting the girl


until he's challenged by someone else

then he has to fight for her again





males on the prowl frequently raise their heads out of the water...



this fish has either a lesion or has had a chunk bitten...












this guy is ready to go on the attack

check out those teeth!

he attacks






someone's always looking for trouble

and they usually find it



no one pays any attention to the dying fish - his time...


the living fish pair off and fight


do they know their fate?

and even if they did - would it matter?


as long as they have life left in them the struggle continues


after all they've gone through there is no guarantee of success

the creek goes down and some of the nestings fail

already the smell of death is in the air

these aren't tombstones but they could be

the casualties are piling up






even in death there is a beauty to them

we left Scotch Creek and headed for Highway 1

our destination is the lake country of southern B.C.

there's some countryside to go through before we get there

and we have to get past lake Schuswap

there are small towns to go through

mills to pass


and a few farms along the way






we finally reach the lake country

you never know what you'll see along the road in Canada

around the big lake the atmosphere is touristy

there are lots of resorts

lots of condos and hotels and casinos

if it's one long endless seeming lake . .

it's one long endless seeming town along it's shores

it's Sunday and the weekenders are heading home

but traffic is still not bad

and the scenery is good



there are police lights flashing at that intersection ahead

they are controlling traffic for a bike race that is coming this...

the bicyclists finally appeared

they were strung out for miles

a last look at the lake as we head for the campground

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Scotch Creek bridge

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Sockeye spawning ground

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the story

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Pairing Off

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Pair of Salmon

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Like the salmon our journey is winding down - fortunately not as dramatically as theirs


Our destination today was somewhere ‘south’ - we just hadn’t figured out where yet. Our journey through Canada is almost over. It seemed fitting to end it with a last look at the salmon completing their journey.

We headed out and stopped at Scotch Creek. We immediately saw what had drawn the crowd yesterday. The creek was alive with bright red fish. We grabbed our cameras and the results of the next hour and a half are included in the photos above. Watching these fish in the throes of their final act of procreation is as moving a sight as there is in nature. We felt privileged to have witnessed it.

From Scotch Creek we got back on Highway 1, then turned off and drove south through the Okanagan Valley. For the next hundred miles we passed one lake after another in a continuous chain. Okanagan Lake is by far the largest and we drove along its western shore for an hour or more. The area is built up and touristy - like most lakes of this size and beauty.

We ended our day in the B.C. town of Oliver. We are very near the border here, and we’ll stop to catch our breath for a few days before re-entering the United States. As that time approaches I find I have mixed feelings. I love my country and most of it’s people, but there are some things about both that I find disturbing. Not as disturbing as it was two years ago, but still bad enough to bother me.

Malcolm X, who had traveled the world, said no matter where he went he was never conscious of race - until he returned to the United States. Why is that?

Spiritually Canadians are just as pious as Americans, and just as patriotic, but they don’t wear their piety or their patriotism on their sleeves or on the bumpers of their cars. In all our Canadian travels I have yet to see one ‘God Bless Canada’ bumper sticker, and mercifully only one Confederate flag. What drives some Americans to have to flaunt their beliefs, or wear ignorance and bigotry like a badge of honor?

Fortunately there’s a solution to my disaffection. All I have to do is avoid the ‘news’. I don't want to be uninformed, but I don't like being misinformed either. If I don’t pick up a newspaper, if I don’t watch the news on television or browse it on the internet - the world seems like a pretty decent place. I like that. It's an image we can live with!

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