Tuesday, January 23, 2018

New Year & New Site

Just launched a new responsive site at www.caribooblades.com 
                                                                update.22/11/18




Aki and Scott

Kai working towards the BC Winter Games

Weight training in the  bush.

How about a recording of us, https://youtu.be/cv68P0Q9rdc

Monday, September 14, 2015

You Are What You Eat (feeding your food).


We sprouted whole wheat,
Covered it with water .
Stirred in some apple cider vinegar,
like they said,  and
it started to ferment.

Two containers, one to soak and sprout,
one to ferment.
Feed from the ferment. Replenish the ferment
with

Friday, February 14, 2014

Post-World Youth Chess Championship reflections



It's the start of a new year, 2014, the Year of the Horse.  The snowdrifts are creeping up the trunks of our fruit trees.  The silence of the wintry landscape is broken only by the occasional voices of chickadees and whiskey jacks, and of the dogs barking at distant coyotes and not-so-distant moose.  This makes it difficult to recall being in the Middle East just weeks ago.  The preparation, the trip itself, returning and recuperating (Kai brought home a cold bug and generously shared it with his folks), took a good chunk of time and energy out of our year, including the entire Christmas season.   Sometimes it seems as if the whole thing was just part of a dream, or a movie starring familiar actors whose names I can't quite remember.


 It was an extraordinary experience, one which we are still digesting.  I was never a part of anything so huge when I was Kai's age.  I don't think he fully understands that not everyone gets the opportunity to travel to the other side of the planet, or to participate in such a large scale international competition, all before the age of 11.  He says it was cool.
 One thing is for certain - Kai will carry a part of this experience with him for the rest of his life, as will myself and Scott, but for Kai it will undoubtedly loom much larger.  One of those unforgettable formative blips in a young one's existence.

Left Al Ain sadly, a beautiful oasis in the desert.  Palm tree-lined throughways, low-lying burnt orange buildings a few shades lighter than the ever-present sand dunes visible just beyond the rooftops.  We did manage to get to the desert by hiring a taxi to drive us to the city limits and wait for us as we ran barefoot into the dunes.  The thrill was tempered somewhat by nearby SUV-driving yahoos (similar to some of the snowmobile-driving ones back home) but we managed to climb and roll far enough away to get some sense of the mind-blowing vastness of the desert.
Visited the world's largest shopping mall in search of souvenirs, but were defeated by the seemingly endless covered walkway (serviced by a string of moving sidewalks) that connected the metro station to the mall proper.  By the time the actual shops began to appear,  all we could think of was finding food and escaping.  We did manage an escape of sorts, and ended up in the mall's theatre complex watching the Hobbit, with Arabic subtitles.  On the way out, we did see the mall's aquarium, which must have been about 3 floors high and housed stingrays, sharks and eels among countless other forms of marine life.  Quite stunning, and surreal, sitting amidst Starbucks, the Gap and other familiar retail names.
Still needed to pick up souvenirs so the following day we headed back to the old part of the city, this time starting from Bur Dubai, then crossing the Creek by abra (water taxi) to Deira, which we'd explored the first time.  Lots of narrow alleyways, colourful storefronts with apartments above, noisy hawkers.  Kai had his first drink of coconut juice from a green coconut, wandered through the Spice Souk and Gold Souk (one of the biggest gold markets in the world), had some tasty paneer and mutton kebabs, back to the hostel.
 Got to know the metro system, where there is a women and children's car which men are supposed to stay out of during peak hours, as well as a Gold car, which is roomier and costs more.  Every stop is announced in both Arabic and English, the diversity of passengers is fascinating, everyone is very polite and quick to give up seats to women with children.  I don't remember seeing any elderly people on the metro.  I read that expats must leave the country once they are no longer employed.  And perhaps Emirati elders take cabs.
Our final day in the UAE was spent relaxing on the sands of the Arabian Gulf before the gruelling trip home.  We rented an umbrella for 10 Dh and staked out a spot on the sparsely populated beach.  The Hungarian couple who had given us directions to the beach had declined to swim (too cold. Only Russians swim there at this time of year.  And perhaps a few Canadians, they had chuckled).  The water was cooler than I had expected, but lovely once in.  I realized I was floating effortlessly for the first time in my life. Salt. We swam, Kai built fortresses, across the water from Iran, and Iraq. 
 The metro was packed, and the hostel manager was unable to call a taxi to the airport for us due to the crowds heading to the World's Tallest Building (the Burj Khalifa, which we had seen from the World's Largest Shopping Mall) to see Biggest Fireworks Display Ever.  We did make it to the airport, dragging our suitcases through the crowds at the metro, and departed from Dubai at 11pm, just missing the New Year's extravaganza (see Dubai New Year's fireworks on YouTube)

 The bright sunshine, the sub -35C mornings, the pots of soup on the crackling woodstove, are the things shaping our thoughts right now.   And it's all good.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

A Bushcraft and Sustainable Garden


Dawn in the bush

We live in the bush and have created a garden that was unheard of in these parts. In fact, the old timers thought we were crazy. Cultivating wild flowers, greens and vegetables along with domestic greens and vegetables. Enriching the soil with what is around us. Doing it all by hand with the help from tools we've made. Simply. Leaving a light footprint.
We call it bushcraft gardening.
diy greenhouse
150lbs of tomatoes

We've learned about patience, stamina and how to relax here.

Fruit trees have been difficult but now we have a small orchard. Between moose, deer, bears, voles and mice it has been a challenge.

Honey bees have been emotionally draining because they die from causes we can't control but now they are thriving.
warre hive boxes



We now raise them in empty boxes, no frames, They build their own natural comb all the way down. We've combined a traditional Japanese method with Warre managment methods. No chemicals, no treatments.




Growing our own food has taught us in between frost, hail, bear, moose and deer, birds, rabbits, mice, voles, bugs, hillbilly pigs and the dreaded free range cattle to relax. The boreal forest is filled with animals that want almost everything that we grow.
raising children in a healthy environment








This gardening method is sustainable, organic and has very little impact .

healthy food

It's a state of mind going into the wilderness with nothing but seeds and a shovel, an open mind, relaxed and keenly observing your surroundings with a sense of freedom and balance.

tomatoes, ppeppers and garlicEverything around you may have a use for your bush garden. Rocks act like sinks storing heat energy from the sun that can offset cool nights. They are fertilizers slowly giving important nutrients to the soil. They collect and trap water. They can also be protection from animals and cover for others, like toads.
That old stump – do I remove it, or can I plant a garden around it and let it slowly fertilize?
Heat sink rock wall
Rocks picked for a garden wall
growing your own food
Rotten wood has got to be the supreme bush fertilizer adding organic material and fluffing up heavy soil.There are droppings from animals like deer, moose and rabbit which are good "on the spot" fertilizers.

Harvesting what you need with care and never taking more than 1/3 of anything.

toad held in hands

Surviving with respect and again, with a light foot step
Those “weeds” or wildflowers – pull them out or cultivate them, let them flower to attract the bees.

If the location of your plot is covered with grass or weeds turn it over and leave it in place. It will decompose and become food for your plants.
fireweed
Fireweed shoots--Excellent greens


spider in handCertain bugs, wild plants and critters can help. In a wilderness garden you may cultivate dandelions, wild onions, wild parsnip, lambs quarters, mushrooms, chickweed, cattails. In fact one could have an excellent wild garden cultivating just wild plants.
Crops like garlic, potatoes and broad (fava) beans can be grown without the stress of everything else wanting to eat them. We grow these crops without any protection.
Location.
7 foot pea plants




I asked my son what his first thought was on our gardening in the bush. He said food.
It is about the food, the sustenance.

Soil, your climate, exposure to
the sun, access to water, location of your plot, predators...

We've been fertilizing by mulching with green grass (before it goes to seed) covered with an inch of sand then covered with an inch of rotten wood. We have some chicken manure that we fertilize beans and greens with. After the crop is harvested we plant rye grass or Chinese vegetables. When the thick head is 6 to 8 inches high we turn it over.
17 years Aki and I have done it this way. Kai can pick any 2 x 2 foot spot in the garden and pick enough worms for a day of fishing trout.

a toad and our son

the lake in nature

Regards,
Aki and Scott

Our business, http://www.caribooblades.com/

Monday, July 16, 2012

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Hog Wild West


Aki is just filling in the finishing touches to her show at the gallery. Cold frame and our windows are full of anticipation of the harvest in the fall. Bees have new brood just about to hatch. They are busy feeding and they are strong.

From the stillness and quiet.

The spring has begun. The noise level rises as the lake ice recedes. The ice has just left. Now all the birds are back.
You can just make out a bear holler and the thumping of grouse in the bush over the cacophony of sounds coming from the small lake we live on.
There is so much life happening on these small lakes, ponds and wetlands here. It is magnificent, wondrous and precious to us. To anyone. Every child should experience this.

It does set the scene
but is not the point of this blog.
A few posts ago a question was posed to us.

“Hi. Really enjoying reading your blog, but I'm curious about something. What do you do about the wildlife? In other words, don't you worry about bears or wolves or larger predators killing off your chickens or, even worse, being a threat to you? How do you deal with bears and wolves? Aren't they attracted by the garden or the smells from your cooking? I'd really like to know how you handle that”.

A bear walks through our yard in the spring every few years. This winter we had four wolves running and playing on the lake. I was within 100 feet of one. It had no fear, my heart was racing, it had no intention of coming closer.
A young bald eagle attempted to take a chicken one spring. We chased it off. That was 3 years ago and it hasn’t come back. A pair of bald eagles live here. They stand on the tops of tall fir trees.
A weasel killed a couple of pullets last year. Opened their throats and drank their blood. It never came back. We suspect our dogs and cat were on it.

May 7th
He shows up at our place at 9 in the morning looking for 30 missing pigs. No greeting, straight to the point. “Have you seen my pigs?”.
A new neighbour, Brad moved his pigs onto an abandoned homestead about 1.25 kms away, unnervingly close since our closest neighbour until then had been a lone old timer 4 kms away. He doesn't live there just his pigs. We knew Brad’s parents, old timers. His father had been an old time leather artist. In fact he had shown Aki how to braid. They were a nice couple, he died a few years back, she is close to 90 and healthy.

June 20th 2011.
Called for lunch, I came around the corner of our cabin and was confronted by a 400 pound pig… A pig. No idea where it came from at the time. I was dumbfounded but also a bit excited about the prospect of having an easy hunt.

I remembered it must be a neighbour’s pig. What was it doing here?
I yelled at it and tried to get it to move on. It did not move. It just stared at me. Kai and Aki came out the door and we joined together in our hollers. As we bent over to pick rocks it began to move slowly toward the forest and disappeared.

After lunch I went back to work in the shop on the grinder.
With my headset on and leaning into the grinder I could hear yelling. With a start I looked to the door and caught sight of a herd of pigs running by. Three astride and 7 or 8 animals long. 20, 25 pigs.
For the rest of the day we defended our gardens, fruit trees, berry bushes and bees.
We learned that day that dogs have no effect on pigs, pigs don’t give up, even for a grain of rye seed. Breaking into our chicken runs for the seed.
The pigs divided into two fronts. Some 8 or ten half grown pigs, a sow and 3 or 4 adult pigs. The second herd was lead by a huge boar standing at least 4 feet. Then there were a few who seemed to wander between fronts.
We would drive one group off and start on the second and the first would come back. It looked as if we were going to loose a battle at some point. They were getting closer to the gardens. They could smell them I guess.
Kai grabbed his pellet gun and began to hunt them. They didn’t like that. He would hide. Wait and then within 15 feet hit their sides. With their thick skin the landed pellets seemed to have a slight smart pain but was enough to drive them off. So it seemed.

This could happen again. We realized the only reason they left was to get back before dark.
I hiked through the bush toward our new neighbour. All through the bush the pigs had been digging. This man had been ranging his pigs on Crown land. When I got to his place there was no sign of him or any kind of human dwelling. All the pigs were there, in a yard with no pen or fence just one strand of wire with no power running through it. I nailed a note to a post at his covered gated area in plain sight. Could not miss it.

Hi Brad.
Your pigs are trying to get into our gardens.
Could you take care of this please.
Regards,
Aki and Scott

No response
For a few days there was some chain sawing over there. The pigs didn’t come back.

September 16th (harvest)
The boar and 5 adults with a dozen or so smaller piglets.
They were our small apple trees, spent the whole day fighting off pigs. Everything was threatened, carrots, potatoes, cabbage, parsnips, fava beans… we grow enough food in our gardens to sustain ourselves all winter and into the next year. Jam from our berries, sauce from our apples, dried greens from broccoli and kale, sauerkraut and kimchi from cabbage and a full root cellar.
We begin to run out of food in June of the next year timed with the garden production for that next year.
That’s how we live. We spend our time growing our own vegetables and don’t eat a lot of meat.

We had two pellet guns. Both Kai and I hunted them, surprised them and finally they left… Only because it was the end of the day. There was some damage but not a lot. We considered ourselves lucky… had fended them off. For the next three days we harvested everything early. It had been a wet spring and summer so the harvest was ok. It could have been great.

As I said we had known his parents. I decided to visit his mother.
Kai and I drove as far as we could down Brad’s muddy road to leave him a note. Left a sign on a young aspen sapling we fell across his road. We stated he must deal with his pigs or we were going to.
Kai and I continued on, driving to his mother’s some 20kms away.
Good visit. We told her the story and asked if we could meet with him over some dinner if he wanted but definitely do something to keep his pigs away. She understood. She said she saw him two or three times a week and would tell him. I was sure after talking to his mother the issue would be resolved.

No response.

October 22
The pigs terrorized us again. We drove them off 3 times.
We were at the end of our patience.

Winter came. Lots of great sun.

February 16th
I was forging in the shop that morning. Between the hammer blows I could hear someone yelling “hello” in our yard.

When I looked I had no idea who it was. A guy about my age,50, going on about how his friend didn’t return his generator, he had no money, truck wouldn’t start and could he borrow a car battery. Then I realized it was our neighbour Brad.

I gave him the piece of my mind that had kept me up nights. He apologised, told us how hard his life was and said he had gotten rid of most of his pigs and was getting out of the pig business.
We invited him into our cabin, had a coffee and caught up on the neighbourhood gossip.
We lent him our backup battery and drove him to the road into his place. Didn’t want me to come in.
He returned the battery that afternoon


February 28th
Brad showed up again. Needed to borrow the battery again. I was not there. Aki lent it to him.
Three days later he returned it.

April 19th
Two adult pigs are on our road ready to come in. We hit them with a barrage of stones, sticks, pellets and drove them off. According to what Brad had told us the situation was going to end. We could deal with his two pigs.

April 20th
Four adults and 7 or 8 piglets. We are late this time. 8 o’clock in the morning! They have dug up two smaller apple trees, our asparagus patch, the freshly seeded lower garden, damaged the raspberry and blueberry bushes and dug up our lupins and irises. We fought them the rest of the day driving them off at the end of the day.

Now we’re pissed. We’ve given the guy the benefit of a doubt, chances, 5 strikes…we talked to his mother.
We have pictures. We’ve documented the events. How do you sue this guy? We’ll complain to forestry and conservation.

April 21st
Two adults and a piglet show up in the chicken run eating the rye seed. We seed the run, let the rye grow. We hit them again with a barrage of stones, sticks, pellets and drive them off.

April 22nd
Brad shows up at our door at 9 in the morning looking for pigs. I tell him how pissed we are, the damage his pigs have done and now we are going to the authorities. He apologizes and tells me of his hardships. He’s lost some piglets. He’s getting out of raising pigs. It won’t happen again.

April 24th
A truck races down our road. It’s Brad’s truck. Aki is in the sauna, Kai is in his room. It is 8:30 am.
I'm in the cabin.
He yells, he's cursing and sputtering accusing us of stealing his pigs. Tells me the police are on there way.
It was ugly. He says we shouldn’t be here. We’re city slickers (No idea what he is talking about). We’ve got to go.
He demands to look around.
I tell him he is out of line and to get off our property.
As he leaves he tells me if I wasn’t a cripple he’d beat the shit out of me and says he is going to do something.
I’ve a slight balance challenge, no big deal.
Just unnerving. We're dealing with a man who's a bit off balance. Psycopathic Like a drunken stuper.

Living in peace for 15 years in the bush. Since the old timer, 4 kms up the logging road moved away, our next closest neighbour is 9 kms away and then the next is 20 kms away. Now we are 1 km away from disaster.
,

So now the police have a new file.   
We have 36 acres surrounded by crown land. The pigs have been all  like excavating machines.
We figure, time and labour, his pigs have cost us $2,000.
So to answer the question about how we handle situations with wild animals.
We seem to be able to co-habitate with the wild animals around us. We let them pass through, maybe with a nudge. Never would we have thought pigs would be a problem. But of course it's the people who own them.

Life in the bush?

Seems a bit unreal.
                                   Later...
Aki and Scott