Environmental Health ...Now

 We have lived off grid in central British Columbia for 26 years. Growing our food, living and using the sun's energy to survive.

 

Politicians in North America lie, cheat and have no respect for the people. We've been hearing over and over, year in, year out the same talk about what they are going to do about the degradation and corruption facing the planet. A guy comes along with a track record of exemplary work for the environment, throws his hat into the cesspool to help and everyone shits on him. Damn.

Fresh clean air, water, food....and a safe environment.

If you want to know what  Robert F. Kennedy Jr. stands for watch and listen to this recording of him speaking at the Seventh annual Rhoda Goldman Distinguished Lecture in Public Health Policy at the University of California, Berkeley, 15 years ago. It was a tribute to him.

Environmental Health and Demnocracy with RFK Jr.

If you want to find out more about the man today watch Math Hoffa's podcast https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0XFMqHu2Ok . 

 

In search for truth.

Regards,

Aki and Scott

www.caribooblades.com

 

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

A Bushcraft and Sustainable Garden

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

Everything 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?

Rocks picked for a garden wall

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.

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 shoots--Excellent greens

Certain 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.

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.

Regards,
Aki and Scott

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

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

http://www.caribooblades.com/

Loading Shotguns

It was -8 this morning. All the mud has frozen. Good thing in a way because we can get out and back in tonight from a visit to some neighbours.





A break from the nice post....


We have lived in this beautiful place going on twelve years. Peace, freedom and we have almost shaken off our urban ignorance and anxiety.


Almost but probably never completely.




In our very first post we were excited to write about our lives here, share it and maybe be a bit of light .
There is a huge elephant weighing on our minds.


The abuse and disrespect toward the natural world here is right in our faces. The abuse is absurd.


We are urban people transplanted into the forest, or what's left of it. It is mind-blowing to witness the extent of human greed. It seems we are loading our shotguns, taking aim and blowing off our own feet.






Supplying the world with the pillages of rape.


They are talking "bio-fuel" now, with the "bio" making it sound friendlier somehow. The pine beetle killed off the Pine forests, we suppose because of the warm winters, now we want to cut them all down for bio fuel and plant "marketable stock". They are saying, the money suckers who survive from bending our rubber minds, that the threat of dead decaying pine forests will produce enough carbon emissions to threaten the planet ? We are crazy. What does all the wildlife do while we are clearing the forests. Have you ever walked through a clear cut? There is no place to go. There is nothing left. We are proposing clear cuts of the like never seen before. Meanwhile lumber mills are cutting, killing, the last 500 -600 year old fir trees. Our neighbours found a 1000 year old lying in a cut block left because it had some rot in the middle. The point is why was it cut down and left in the first place! Maybe the last one. It won't even get a chance to rot and become fertilizer for the next generation - the "unmarketable timber" is pushed into piles and burned.


We humans, whether you like it or not, are ripping off the dead, eating them and then complaining about the aftertaste and the heartburn.
We'll go in with feller bunchers and cut the trees, skid them out with skidders, load them on trucks and truck them to plants that aren't built yet, process them into ethanol, put the ethanol into our vehicles and burn it.... Sounds like a green plan to me.


But everyone knows this. That's what makes it so absurd and difficult to even talk about.


http://www.davidsuzuki.org/Forests/Canada/BC/Beetle/


Nice post cotinued....

Next morning: An enjoyable evening, a small gathering of neighbours (anyone living west of the Fraser River is a neighbour) who tend to stick to ourselves but venture out occasionally to share views, good food, homemade wine and also to offer a bit of support. Sometimes it is easy to feel completely alone in our quest to live simply with minimal damage.

We left their candlelit yurt with the nearly full moon rising in the sky, driving carefully past shadows of countless deer, bumping down the logging roads, finally into our yard to be greeted by our two dogs, tails wagging - good to be home.






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