There are clear skies but it is surprisingly cold these mornings.  Yesterday my buddy Tim led us on a hike on one of the great trails that we love, the Bevan trails.  These trails follow the Puntledge River up to the dam on the Comox Lake.  Granted, – 2 C but the scenes along the river with the frost on the grasses and the mist from the river, spectacular.

We love the hikes in the valley but for photo opportunities, this was a wonderful hike (but I forgot to bring my camera).

At the dam you can turn back or if you are adventurous, as we were, climb up into the Ecological park where you end up on a ridge overlooking Comox Lake in the sunshine, enjoy your lunch and wonder how life could get better.

On the return hike down and across the river, we take the short trail back to the base.  This leads into deep forest through the area that in the 1890s had a town (Bevan) and a coal mine.  There is nothing left of the town and the mine is closed, but there are still a few concrete structural ruins hidden in the forest that you can spot from the trail.  These ruins look like bunkers that would have been on the coast in WWII for artillery, but after first seeing them years ago, I researched years ago and the structures housed a waterwheel compressor that drove fresh air down into the coal mines.  Think of a building as big as a house with 2 foot thick walls.

Over the years we do this hike at least once a year, and we notice that the ruins, while hidden in the forest, are being visited many times.  Blaine may remember as I took him on the hike and let him discover these century-old ruins.  Sort of like ancient ruins in Mexico.

Unfortunately, because the trail is becoming popular, vandals have discovered the ruins and added some graffiti.  Fairly minor, but upsetting.  I saw the ruins on a hike in July and they were okay back then.

This week we stopped in and it was devastating.  Recently, well let me just say, a group of sub-humans visited and covered all the walls and interiors with crap graffiti.  Furthermore they left all their used spray paint cans and brushes lying around.  Plus all the scraps from their party and debris from lighting off fireworks.  A total mess.

Now this is not on government land, where some civil servant will come and clean it up… it is out in the bush.  As a group we were stunned, but hiked on back to our vehicles.

It bothered me all night, so this morning I loaded Reese into the car and drove back to the site.  Frosty trails and Reese had a good time following me.  I brought along a big garbage bag and when I got to the site, cleared it of all the spray cans and the garbage they had left.  Reese followed me around the site and supported me.

I brought all the cans back to the recycling depot and dumped the garbage.  But it continues to bother me (I am angry as you may determine.)

Graffiti vandals consider themselves artists,  but artists do not trash the environment.  The pictures do not cover all the debris.  They threw the used spray cans out the portals and debris from the fireworks were all over.  Obviously I do not like this.   If you see the second picture they cut back the moss that was naturally covering the wall to spread their filth.