I have a thing for mangroves and mud. Perhaps it’s because of the days I followed in my father’s footsteps as he traipsed through mud catching crabs, sinking into the depths of the smooth, squelching ooze.
So when I spotted Burrard Inlet’s mudflats, my pace quickened. While I was fine about the notice requesting nothing be removed from North Vancouver’s largest intertidal estuarine marshland, not being able to explore over the mud was a let down.
Being a sensitive area, my footsteps could have destroyed marine organisms. Additionally, a sign warned of sinkholes. No thanks. Better to view this unique environment from a safe distance and leave somewhere for nature to thrive. Haven’t we caused enough havoc?