I’ve been waiting for the end of the month when the salmon return. Yesterday however, I decided to go earlier to the lower end of Hoy Creek where salmon spawn because I hadn’t walked there in months.
The path cuts through the back of properties with the creek on the opposite side, but there’s a fair section where you feel you’re lost in the wilderness even though it’s in the city.
When I came to the section running close by the creek, I heard familiar sounds: the splashing of chum tails; the excitement of children’s voices. I discovered when I got to the bridge and two animated boys that a few early arrivals were making their way upstream. Further along, there was already a few dead salmon, their distinct smell permeating the forest.
From here to there 