One of my coworkers is on vacation and there’s an empty line at work (do you want to live and work in paradise? Have you taken, or would you be willing to challenge a medical terminology course? Do you want a pretty good job that pays pretty well and has great benefits at the cutest little hospital you’ve ever seen? VIHA wants you) so I’m on a run of 6 shifts in a row, and on top of spending my Saturday morning at the Ukee market (I’ve got a booth – it’s so much fun), the weekend seemed pretty tight. Then on Sunday morning, Layton said to me “I want to go to Comber’s Beach or Schooner Cove” and I said “now?” and he said “yes, now”. “Ok I’ll get dressed!” I exclaimed!
It was misty and foggy and soggy and a little cold. We’re undeterred.
Comber’s Beach is a 15 minute drive from our house in Ucluelet. We’ve both finally remembered to keep our PRNPR passes in our vehicles, so we didn’t even have to scramble at the last minute or turn around or anything, but the proximity is convenient for when we forget.
It’s a really short hike from the parking lot to the beach. When we arrived, there was one other vehicle but we did not see anyone.
Tide was all the way out, and it was misty as heck, so Comber’s went on forever. The stairs at the end of the path are washed away so we had to climb down.
This is the moment Layton started noticing all the plastic though, and commented to me that he wished we’d brought a bag to collect garbage in. Then I remember: we did bring a bag. As you know, I have become smart enough to bring snacks on our excursions, and both kids have child-size Contigos filled with water. Contigos are a staple in my life, but in the backpack the buttons sometimes get pushed and the contents pours out all over the rest of the food or the back of the person wearing the pack (Layton). So, we put them in a plastic ziplock.
I pulled it out and we started collecting.
“Do you ever feel overwhelmed”. The day Hobbes and I went on our last beach clean, I overheard the woman interviewing Zoë ask her this question, and it was going through my mind Sunday morning. Endless shards of plastic. Plastic container lids. Pieces of rope. I am overwhelmed.
This photo was taken 10 minutes after we arrived.
We had to give up. I chased this guy a bit.
By that time, admittedly, we were cold and wet, and a bit dispirited. But all we can do is our part. And we do our best to make that part as significant as it can be. We’re teaching our children to respect the ocean. We’re teaching them to be mindful of the waste they create.
I don’t know about you, but to me this looks like hope.
I’m trying something new with my editing. Do you like it? I love it.
OK I’m running off to work! Talk later!