Despite the fact it’s late November in Smithers, B.C., located about 1,150 kilometres northwest of Vancouver, the picturesque alpine town has no snow on the ground.
Typically, cooler temperatures and precipitation would mean white stuff on the ground by now — enough, says resident Lex Rei-Jones, that people would be shovelling sidewalks, and plow trucks would be scraping the streets.
Doesn’t bode well for next wildfire season.
THIS. This is the important part.
As a poor kid living in the interior, skiing was always a rich kid thing. I hated Tad and Chad and Brad and all the Alicias and Felicias. So I have absolutely no sympathy for them after they spent a month to prep their Range Rover Pillager for the jaunt up the hill so they can show off their new Bugaboo shades.
We need that rain or everything that does matter is super-fucked. I’m okay if some of my friends (and their friends) don’t need to hump into the bush to try to stop the fire-tsunami that’s coming.
Somewhat frightening, isn’t it?
Also for salmon runs.
Warm shallow waters in our rivers late summer and early fall mean much less salmon survive the trip to the spawning grounds.
