2. Funding
Provided By:
Living Landscapes: Upper Fraser
Basin-Past, Present and Future
Royal British Columbia Museum
Government of British Columbia
The British Columbia Gaming
Commission
Department of Fisheries and Oceans
Habitat Conservation and
Stewardship Program
3. Photos and Research
Information Generously
Provided by:
• Marie Weldon
• Tracy Bond
• Fin Donnelly
• Judy Campbell
• Shane Smith,
Department of
Fisheries and Oceans
• Cris Guppy, Ministry
of Forests
• The Forest
Alliance/COFI
• The Gold Rush Trail
Development
Cooperative
• Quesnel Visitor
Information Centre
• Hazel Massier
• Shirley Swann
•The Cariboo
Chilcotin Tourism
Association
•Bo Mills
•Peter Couldwell
•Dave Healy
•Betty Motherwell
•Mike Stini
•Stefan Himmer,
Arctos Wildlife
Services and
Photography
•Karl Himmer
•Jennifer Brandle-
McCall
•Quesnel and District
Museum and Archives
4. And Also…
•Manfred Roschitz
•Vivian Wurm
•Roy Howard
•Bob Michek,
South Hill
Graphics
•Ray Coupe,
Cariboo Forest
Region, Ministry
of Forests
•Cheryl Loyd,
Diamond Island
Ranch
•Maurice Lirette,
Ministry of
Environment,
Lands and Parks
•Jola Jarecki
•The Quesnel
Observer
•Lorna Schley
•Lorene Rome
•Guy Scharf
•Marion Walker
•Paul vanPeenen
•Lora Lee Sutton
•Dora McMillan
•June Zadorozny
•Uli Augustin
•Andy Motherwell
•Dave Healy
•Earl Erb
•Graeme Little
•Olive Armitage
•Gloria Lazzarin
•Joanne Hockett
71. Salmon Facts
• Salmon don’t eat
on the long
journey home.
• Cold water
contains more
oxygen than
warm water.
• Salmon all
belong to the
same genus
Oncorhynchus
which is Latin for
“Hook-nosed”.
• Half of a
salmon’s body
weight consists of
muscle.
90. Sleeping in the Forest
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed,
nothing between me and the white fire
of the stars but my thoughts,
and they floated light as moths among
the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom,
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
By Mary Oliver