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I’ve been digging around today to find out more about where this sludge came from. And, in spite of what Coast Guard told me, I can’t find any evidence of it having been derived from any dockwork in Tofino Harbour at all. I am wondering if there is some more natural source to it. (That still wouldn’t explain all the beer cans). The answer is not clear yet, though, so anything anyone has seen that could help solve it should be reported – either as a comment on this site, or directly to DFO. Please help!
I’ve talked to a few people who work on boats or near the docks and who tell me they saw the sludge drifting in. The sludge wasn’t Read the rest of this entry »
Of course getting any of our governmental organizations to look into this is not easy. Coast Guard says it’s not their department; DFO was reluctant to get involved (update: but apparently will now look into it); District of Tofino says it’s not within their jurisdiction either.
Hopefully someone will take it upon themselves to Read the rest of this entry »
Yup, it looks pretty disgusting, that black sludgy stuff piling up against the docks and drifting out to the open ocean with the big ebb this afternoon.
I went down to have a look. It’s stinky, but doesn’t seem to be an oil slick – although there is definitely oil mixed in with it. It’s a lot of black sludge and worm casings and lots of old beer cans.
Coast Guard tells me that Read the rest of this entry »
Don’t be alarmed about the bombing!
Apparently Coast Guard will be doing some exercises involving explosions and things off Lennard this evening, starting around 5:30 pm.
I am not sure if it is in conjunction with the military, or if it is more related to rescue scenarios – but it sounds like they will be lighting up Chestermans Beach quite spectacularly with it all.
THE TOFINO WATER BLUES
(or Quarter Moon in a Ten Cent Town)
(or Third Door on the Left, Town Hall)
by Dennis Currie
I’ve built a secret outhouse
It’s hidden in my trees, they’re lush
Since I received my Tofino water bill
I’m never going to flush
I’m never going to shave again
Or wash my face or hair
Instead of the white porcelain commode
I’ve got a two holed wooden chair
I’m never going to wash my clothes
Or eat a crab that’s boiled
I knew it would happen some day
Water costs more than sweet crude oil
And yet outside my door it’s pouring
Torrents of water flood Olsen Creek
While over at the Meares Reservoir
It must be 30 feet deep
Cascading over the top of the dam
Ever flowing to the sea
And yet just to brush my teeth
I’d need a dollar fifty three
Now all the rents are going up
I heard the Laundromat is closing down
Soon we’ll all smell and look like hippies
That’s actually good for this hippie town
It’s not called Tough City for nothing
We’re not like those clean folks commuting from Uke
They really should be embarrassed
To live where parking and water are free
No, I’m never going to flush again
I’m going to save lots on soap and shampoo
If you ever care to join my protest
My secret outhouse has seating for two
I tried flushing down with Evian
But the plastic bottles fill our dump
So I thought I’d dig my own well
Install a big old manual pump
But I’d need an $18,000 permit
For any land improvement
So I going to my covert outhouse
For all my future movements
Perhaps my lack of flushing
Won’t bother those in power
I’m warning them when I pay my bill
It’ll be a month since I had a shower
And still the rain is pounding down
Helping my trees grow tall
I guess if I really miss the flush
I could use the toilet at Municipal Hall
But there just might be a bylaw
Against my using their W.C.
And I sure don’t want that bylaw guy
Sniffing around behind my trees
Perhaps some day they’ll change the rate
Though I’ll bet it won’t be soon
But for now I’m slippin’ my rain gear on
Headed for my secret shack with the quarter moon