For many people December is a busy and festive time of year. As a christian I proudly celebrate Christmas and love the reason why we celebrate. The birth of Christ was, and still is, a huge even to put it lightly. It is played out across many communities across the globe. Now I don't claim to be well traveled or cultured so take this next statement for what it's worth. The best reiteration of Christ birth is done by the St. Mark's Church at their "Living Manger" and it is coming up December 18th.
I have watched this event for the last 10 years. It has become a family tradition where my wife and I invite our family to park in our drive way and walk a couple hundred meters down the street to where they host the "Living Manger." Afterwards we all come back and have some hot chocolate as the kids play rambunctiously in the back bedrooms. The chill in the air, the smell of the tree mixed with slopped hot chocolate, laughter, and music, it is a family tradition where we put Christ at the center of our thoughts, where family is important, and where memories are made.
Not only have I taken in this great event, I have also written about it here before. Check them out if you want to know more about the event. I encourage you to take it in December 18th with two showings in the early evening.
I am pretty fortunate to be able to work at a job I love. It is different, not only every day, but every minute of that day. Just like maritime weather my job continuously offers up something new.
A sign post from the Alphabet Ecology Trail
One project that we've been working on is an "Alphabet Ecology Trail" for a private school. It is a trail slash board game where the students can explore their relationship with nature. Using the letters of the alphabet and simple things found in nature we have developed a great learning experience. Watching the kids engage while hiking this trail was a true blessing as I witnessed my humble idea come to life and the expression on the kids faces was as rewarding as any salary or pay check.
Getting ready to grab a water sample on the Kennebecasis.
This morning I was standing in the middle of the Kennebecasis River collecting water samples as a light snow fell. The samples help identify threats or changes to the water quality of the river. That in turn will allow us to better address threats, changes, and pollution.
If that isn't diverse enough, this afternoon I was writing proposals. In order to complete projects I have to successfully apply for funding. That means lots of proposals and writing. It also means that my success depends on my ability to put good proposals together. It leaves me with a strong sense of self dependence and I like that, however, it isn't for everyone as it can be stressful when the funds start to diminish.
Working for a non-profit has many rewards, none of which is the salary. The idea of making a difference to the community you work and live in is an amazing opportunity. It is a concept that seems to be harder to find in communities now a days. In the Sussex area, where I live, it is common place though and those in the region should feel blessed to have as many volunteers and non-profit organizations working in their region. As a non-profit manager, the organization I work for contributes a good deal of money to the local economy and we prefer to keep our money in the local economy. I think most NPOs have the same ideal. I only make this statement as some people would like to discard the value of NPOs without truly understanding not only the economic value we provide to the community we serve but also the social and (in my case anyway) ecological values.
In
the beginning there were 8, then it fell to 6. Shortly it was down to
five. Before we actually started it was down to 4. In the end there
were only two people left. This might be a strong indicator of how
difficult the Fundy Footpath truly is. Of the 8 that expressed interest
in completing a thru-hike on the rugged 50+/-km trail, 6 had been
across it before. The two others had only done sections. Now to be
fair I have to explain how people dropped off the list. One ended up
with a fractured heal before we started while one had a family
commitment come up. Another candidate fell very sick the week of the
hike and decided it would not be wise, while another got called into
work during our expected time frame. That left four to start the hike.
My
brother and I have each hiked the FFP multiple times end to end. At
one point in our lives we were hiking it annually but as we tried to
remember the last time we hiked it, we were surprised to realize it had
been 4 years since we had completed a thru-hike. This prolonged absence
would soon show itself. Starting the hike with us would be my
brother's two boys who had hiked the trail with us the last time we completed it.
Martin Head appears just as you prepare to cross Goose Creek.
We
got away on a Friday morning, as planned, and arrived at Pointe Wolfe
in Fundy National Park at around 9:30am. Our goal for that day was to
hike to Goose Creek and tent near the beach overlooking Martin Head.
Our long absence from the trail showed itself several times.
Personally I struggled more than I ever have and I even stumbled 4 times
through the day. I had scrapes and bruises like never before but I
still felt like I was having a conversation with an old friend; maybe an
old friend I had neglected for too long but a friend nonetheless.
Like me, my old friend had changed as
well. We were pleasantly surprised to see the newly routed high tide
trail at Goose River. This new side trail allowed us to avoid the mud
flats and having to rush to beat the rising tides at Goose River. We
came down into the valley at a small tributary and the new perspective
was a great addition to the trail system within Fundy National Park.
A moment for reflection on the FFP.
I
wasn't the only one struggling, the boys were struggling too and one
was suffering some severe blisters. A discussion that night in camp led
to a decision the next morning that the two boys would pull out at
Martin Head. We hiked the beach from Goose Creek to Martin Head as the
tide was making the turn. While we hiked we were able to reach a ride
home for the boys, 16 and 20 years old, and my brother opted to stick it
out and continue to hike with me. The need to re-organize packs and
contact rides meant once we crossed Quiddy River, we were going to have
to hike back to the trail and not navigate the beach to Telegraph Brook as hoped.
We
had made this bushwhack through the birch and spruce stands before and
despite the steep uphill climb we made our way back to the white blazed
trail. Before long we were headed downward toward the mouth of
Telegraph Brook. We paused leisurely there and enjoyed a good snack and
the waves, glad we had made the choice to hike the trail as the beach
was pretty much impassable now. In my brother's words "Let's not be the
idiots in the paper who have to be rescued from the cliffs", and we
were satisfied with our decision.
A smoother part of the FFP.
The rest of the day
would be a tough slog as we still had Hunter, Wolfe, and Rapidy Brooks
to go in and out of before we reached Little Salmon River. We buried
our heads and climbed out of Telegraph Brook saying very little until we
reached the plateau. We were finding our hiking legs now and so
conversation started to pick up. When we dropped into Wolfe Brook we
shed our packs for another rest. We explored a campsite which was new
to us and we thought maybe in future trips it would be a good place to
stop. It was surprising to both of us how many changes had occurred in
the last four years. Many new campsites were visible and we wondered
how the ecosystem and trail were with the more intense use.
A
new bridge greeted us at Rapidy Brook, although we knew it was there as
we had seen photos through social media. It was here that we caught up
with some fellow hikers we had met the night before. As they moved on,
Luke and I sat and filtered some water and explored the falls and
rapids in this torrent of a stream. We then buried our heads once again
and made our way out of this steep valley.
When we
reached the valley bottom of the Little Salmon River, I felt a wave of
complete exhaustion come over me. I took a few minutes and sat in the
shade and snacked on some bars and before long I was well enough to
start setting up camp. The cool waters of the Little Salmon River ran
clear and I sat and watched for some trout while I filtered water for my
supper. I had a goulash on my menu and ate well as the sun started to
drop below the steep valley wall. Luke was in his element as we made a
bonfire and hosted a cool couple from northern NB. He made hot
chocolate and a hot juice drink which went over real well and he made
sure the fire stayed stoked. We could have sat at the fire well past
midnight but we all knew we had some tough climbs ahead the next day.
Our
streak of good weather continued on day three and we enjoyed the
estuary of the Little Salmon before we started the long, burning climb
up the west side of the valley. I have always loved the plateaus along
this stretch of the trail and the big birch trees that provided much
needed shade on this day. Before we knew it we were sitting on the
shore again at Cradle Brook and we each decided not to sit too long in
the sun. That was a hard task because we really wanted to explore the
rocks and the beach. However we donned our packs and started, what I consider the toughest climb on the trail. It is also one of the most rewarding as you can sit and the top and look out over the ground you just covered.
Our tent site at Seeley Beach.
The trek down into Seeley Beach seemed to fly by and felt easy. My hiking legs were back under me and at that point I felt whole again and my "old friend" and I were getting along great. As I stepped out of the woods onto Seeley Beach the sun shone incredibly warm and it reflected off the Bay. I instantly took a few minutes to sit on the beach and take it all in. We made our way down to where the brook runs into the Bay and made camp up on a shelf in the woods. This location also had changed since my last visit as there were many more places to set up my tent. We sat once again on the beach but this time we sat up quite late as we knew our next day would be a short one. Conversation with two couples who were on the beach that night was enjoyable and the aura of trail magic was wrapped thickly in the moment as I made connections with everyone.
On day four we woke up and dallied around as the sun rose higher. We stepped off the beach at around 9:30 and headed towards what I call football rock. The stretch between Seeley Beach and Long Beach is a more leisurely hike but at Long Beach reality starts heavily creeping in. Hiking can have that effect. Our moods were lifted as we approached Big Salmon River and discovered our Dad coming in to meet us. He had been sick most of the week leading up to the hike and had to back out. The fact that he came in to meet us meant a great deal to both my brother and I, even though we're both 40+ year old men.
The trail is like that. It will make grown adults appreciate all that is around them from both a social and ecological perspective. As I walked across the suspension bridge over the Big Salmon River I looked down on the river and simply noted, I don't want to wait another four years to get out and hike a trail again. Check out the video for some more on our hike.
I work as a watershed practitioner. My job is to understand, monitor, conserve, and restore the Kennebecasis River. The non-profit group I work with has a great understanding of this exceptional waterway and have taken a logical and practical approach to reach their goal. We do not want to manage a fishery but rather work with nature and help Her combat man-made issues or problems. The goal is to create a balance where nature and man can live in harmony. Unfortunately there are some occasions when man tries to manipulate nature and creates more problems.
One such issue occurs when we introduce a preferred game fish to an area with no consideration as to the impacts that species might have on the native stocks. This is occurring right now in the Kennebecasis River with small mouth bass. While this game fish is a worthy adversary for anglers, it is this same tenacity that creates issues for native brook trout and Atlantic salmon in the Kennebecasis. I don't want to argue about pros and cons and the watershed group I work for will continue to manage the watershed and not fish and if the SMB take hold then we carry on. The situation has come to a point, however, where the Department of Natural Resources, whose job it is to manage New Brunswick sport fisheries, have made some changes to the management of the small mouth bass within our river and this is important information no matter what side of any argument you are on.
A small mouth bass caught on the Kennebecasis River.
To insure you understand these changes I encourage you to learn how to identify small mouth bass and know the rules in your area. Anglers on the Kennebecasis River, provided you are above tidal waters, can now keep up to five bass which is a large increase over previous years. Further, the season for small mouth bass has been extended as well. You can find out about the regulations for your part of New Brunswick by checking out the Fish NB Guide. The Kennebecasis is part of the Lower Saint John drainage and in the 2016 guide can be found on page 28.
As an angler I have enjoyed a few evenings where I have targeted small mouth at a local pool, the photo above is a fish I managed to take on a blue smurf. I have also managed to hook a few fall fish as well in the same reach. Both species can be fairly large and entertaining to catch on a fly rod. If you can get the SMB to take a top water fly...that is fun. Remember that if you're fishing the mainstem Kennebecasis that it is fly fishing waters only and the river between McCully Stn Road and Portagevale is also catch and release. Typically you won't catch small mouth up that high on the river... yet...and this new management approach implemented by DNR should allow trout and salmon to maintain a balance with the small mouth bass. I will likely try to do my part to help maintain the balance of the fishery and the watershed.
My brother Luke casting his first flies over Trout.
There are times when you throw a party last minute and you have the best time. Those parties are always memorable. This evening at 5:10 I made a call to 2 good friends and told them I was going fishing. An hour later we were deciding what waters we wanted to cast on.
For my brother it would be a learning experience as he had only been fly fishing once before. For my buddy Troy and I we were glad to be on the river together again. My brother, Luke, was quickly hooked on fly as he caught his first trout within 1minutes. Ironically, when he did, Troy and I were in the trees.
As we cast over a large pool, the sun slowly fell behind the trees. The air temperature changed too and a mist formed over the water. The fish started rising all over and things got exciting. Each of us landed and released a number of healthy brook trout and smiled every time.
On a turn in the river a beaver swam leisurely as I cast my fly into his pool. I couldn't believe how calm he was. It wasn't until I hooked into a heavy 10" brookie that the beaver slapped his tail and took cover.
As the sun fell further we reluctantly decided to start our hike back to the truck. All of us wearing smiles that could readily be seen in the fading light.
Troy keeping the trout wet as he prepares to let it go.
Thanks for the party boys. Tight lines.
Healthy Brookies like this were caught and released all evening.
A lot has been written about traditions. People find themselves in one of two opinions about traditions. Some firmly stand behind doing the same thing over and over again. They believe if it works or has been successful then why change or why not do it again. Others think that tradition is safe and that it lacks challenge or ambition. For me, I fall in the first of these mind sets. I like creating memories and building family traditions. My parents created traditions for my siblings and I and it provided me with a sense of family, security, and love and I want that for my children.
I've written before about how the Whalen's have a long affinity for bonding during fishing and hiking trips and so it should be no surprise that one tradition I am try to build for my son is a birthday fishing trip. For the last four years I have taken him and some of his friends on an overnight camping/fishing trip. This year was no different. Words can't adequately describe the trip or the pride and emotions it conjured up within me.
The fishing was slow to say the best but the laughs and memories were plentiful. What is really cool is that this tradition frequently falls on the Father's Day weekend and I couldn't think of a better way to spend Father's Day. Even better, my Dad has been with us on every trip so far. Here is hoping this is a tradition that continues for years to come.
The Fundy Footpath has long been my get away . The place where I go to get away from it all. My kids are now old enough to share a small portion of the Footpath with. My Dad and I led my two kids and my nephews into Little Salmon River via the Dustin Brook access trail this past weekend and the kids handled it like pros.
The weather was awesome and we enjoyed the protected natural area around Little Salmon River. We threw stones, explored the tidal marsh, and wandered up the river to the Eye of the Needle. The water was cool but we bravely waded into it a number of times to access the Eye. The trilliums were numerous and I loved seeing the different hues they possessed. The two days flew by and before I was ready we were hiking back out to the trail head. I'm sure the kids were ready to go home as they put on approximately 20kms over the two days. I'm super proud of them and can't wait to share more of the FFP with them.
I have been trying to share some of my Google maps lately but for some reason folks can't seem to get them. I thought I would try it through here. If you came here hoping for some profound tidbits on the Fundy Footpath you might be dissappointed. Stay tuned though because I'm taking 4 kids below the age of 10 to the FFP this weekend and that could offer some entertaining material.
Here is the map....I hope.
Friday, May 13, 2016
Hey all! Sometime ago I was asked to contribute my ideas towards a project on the Fundy Footpath. The project team has completed their efforts and are inviting folks out to view the series. Below is the invite I recieved and I want to share it with you. They have made it easy for folks in this region to take in a viewing.
You are all invited to a FREE test screening of a web doc series called Surviving the Fundy Footpath. This six-part series follows Bruce Persaud, a city slicker from Toronto, with zero camping experience, as he attempts to complete one of Canada's toughest multi-day hikes.
There are five events in total between May 25th and July 6th. All of the events are on our facebook page. Please reserve your tickets via eventbrite - Links to each show follow.
The
series was directed shot and edited by Craig Norris of VideoBand
productions, in partnership with The Fundy Biosphere Reserve and the
Fundy Hiking Trail Association.
The best way to support this community building project is simple -Bring a friend and spread the word!!
Our first full day at Disney World was going to be spent at Disney Hollywood Studios. Despite our long day the day before, we awoke early and made the bus ride to the theme park. The park was offering extended early hours for those staying on resorts so we wanted to get there early to avoid some lines without having to use our fast passes. I guess with that you have my first tip in this entry. Check which parks have those extended hours and implement those in your planning. My wife nailed all these through out the week and maximized our enjoyment.
We made sure to spend some down time relaxing in the shade.
By taking advantage of the early opening for us at Hollywood Studios we were able to get on "Star Tours" without waiting in line, not once but twice. The second time, my daughters photo was used to mimic a Jedi spy on this Star Wars themed ride. We had a blast with the electronically generated screen and simulator ride that made you feel like you were a passenger in a star freighter. I honestly think that was Michelle's favorite ride of the week. By the end of the day we had enjoyed this ride a total of 4 times and we came back another day and rode it once more.
Throughout the day we saw Disney characters throughout the park. To Michelle's disappointment our kids were not really into getting their pictures with the characters....well almost. Chewbacca was a different story. Everyone wanted to hang out with the oversized wookiee so we waited a few minutes in line to shake his hairy hand and have our pics taken. Seeing my 6 year old daughter gaze in awe and wonder made the wait worth it.
As we left Chewie behind we had some time to kill before our next fast pass window opened. We strolled leisurely through the main part of the park (don't forget to get your park maps), and I took in the landscaping, trees, and structures. I was amazed at how everything seemed to be placed with a purpose. A tree to block the unsightly power panel, and false wall to cover a girder that supported a ride or a shrub filled garden to cover a staff entry into a restaurant. Every park seemed so well planned and I couldn't help but be impressed, despite my inclinations against the extreme commercialism. So to that I have to say, while there I never once felt like I was being sold anything I didn't want. Not once did a vendor holler at me and ask me to buy a trinket or toy. Not once did a cashier try to up sell me. Walt I was impressed and you won me over.
The weather was hot at Disney but not as hot as the action at the Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular.
We wandered towards the Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular and as they prepared the crowd and the stage for the show we chatted and smiled broadly. This cool show gave you an insight into how action films use stunt men and choreography to make the movies look real. Both guys and girls can take and give punches. It was really cool to watch as they explained the stunts in a movie I watched tens of times growing up. Indy is just as cool now as ever, just ask my son who was blown away by the explosions and stunts.
From the fast paced action at the stunt show we slowed the pace and checked out the dining before taking in the Muppets 3D show. This would be my first cartoon show and when I left the show I felt like a kid. Growing up I loved the Muppets, especially Fozie, and this show made them come alive. The 3D stage animation made Gonzo's nose tangible and Miss Piggy never looked so fine...I mean for a pig.
After that it was off to the "Rockin Roller Coaster" and the ride of our life. I am a country music fan for the most part but in my younger days, I was into the hair bands and this included Aerosmith, which formed the basis of this ride. As we approached the loading area for the ride we watched as a group in front of us took off. I suddenly feel a bit of apprehension as the speed at which the ride took off was scary. My fear wasn't for myself but more for the kids. I was worried they would chicken out. Do I feel silly. The kids climbed in and the ride took off like a rocket. Oh and I forgot to mention, you go upside down in this ride over to the Aerosmith show. Both kids screamed in a high pitched, excited tone through the whole ride and Michelle and I were both right there with them.
One of my favorite Disney characters is "Lightning McQueen"
Before leaving for the night we watched the "Lights Motors Action" stunt show. The impressive theater held lots of people who all sat on the edge of their seats as a number of stunt car drivers maneuvered cars at a high speed through a small staged villa. The star of the show for the kids though was Lightning McQueen...that was until one of the stunt cars jumped across a gap between two trucks. It was a great show and a great way to end our day.
We made our way back to the resort and spent some time at the pool. The ability of kids to make friends was easily visible here as our kids quickly made a friend from Minnesota. The young boy and my son quickly bonded and they would meet up a couple more times. After over an hour in the pool the kids were tired and we crashed with high expectations for the next day.
