|Picture from Vancity Buzz. Where art thou, mountains?|
I've mentioned how hot and dry it has been in Vancouver recently. In truth, it has been the longest time without rain in Vancouver since Matthew and I moved here in 2011.
As a result, there have been lots of wildfires burning around British Columbia for the past couple of weeks. The smoke finally reached Vancouver two days ago. It started as a brown smear across the western sky (blocking the miraculous astronomical view of Jupiter and Venus in alignment!) and then dwelt in English Bay for a bit. And then it leeched onto land. You can't see the mountains or the city towers. Even a couple of blocks away are hazy.
Our eyes sting from it. Our noses and throats itch. Our hair and clothing reeks of it.
Last night we were in New Westminster at my uncle and aunt's place (for cousin Sophie's birthday!). We were all sitting out on the deck with our barbeque and our drinks, morbidly joking that it felt like being in Australia. And it did. The grass is brown and dead. The sunset sky was blocked by orange acrid smoke and the occasional warm breeze just stirred it around and made our skin prickle. And that smell.
Ironically, Vancouver just voted an overwhelming "no" in the transit plebiscite (apparently "doomed from the start"). My friend Cail posted this on facebook today (I hope she doesn't mind me quoting her!): "Metrovan, this weekend is an eerie preview of what you've voted for. Climate change creating summers so dry we beg for rain. So many cars the smog smothers us and the mountains disappear. A sun that smoulders."
No Vancouverite ever begged for rain. These are end times.