Here are notes on the Jumbo camp from volunteers and campers! Read on to be inspired!

Glade, BC. Sept 13, 2014
I am hearing that not much is going on; it is being perceived as a slowdown, and the suspicion is that doubts raised by the many complaints made and being looked into by the Environmental Assessment Office (EAO) and other government agencies has Glacier Resorts Ltd. concerned.  The GRL General Manager, one Grant Costello, has not been seen since last Thur., Sept. 11.  This is of course good news if true, and we can hope for the best, and feel some sense of accomplishment for “The Camp”.  Many blessings to those who have made the trip and done the deeds (of camping/monitoring and following up on what they saw and took pics/vids of).

This is not to say the struggle is by any means over;  the EAO is investigating, that doesn’t automatically translate into a finding in our favour.

Just to recap, complaints have been made regarding:

  • (in at least roughly chronological order) the Leo Creek temporary bridge; 
  • the unsafe and unnecessarily inconvenient-to-the-public manner in which materials have been delivered on the narrow access road to the site, including arbitrary road and bridge closures with inadequate posting to warn the public, and generally inadequate posting of signage;
  • the legality of the one well that was drilled – whether it should have been drilled before other ground and surface water studies were completed); 
  • the proponent’s plan to rely on 16-year old grizzly bear studies rather than conduct the DNA-sampling and analysis required for a scientifically relevant baseline;
  • and lastly I will mention the most contentious one, the unilateral declaring of a 32 square kilometer “work safety” zone that excludes the public from that entire area.

It is, of course, critical that we keep up the pressure, and that’s what the Camp is doing, applying pressure; both to the proponent and the Government.  The value of the monitoring/documenting/reporting is well and truly proven in my opinion.  The more people we have there the better. 

The permanent bridge meant to replace the temp. structure now spanning Jumbo Creek (at kilometer 16.3, just past the trailhead) is onsite (has been for about 10 days I’m told) and waiting for the preparation that has to be done beforehand, like erecting the concrete abutments to support the structure.  GRL is having problems here because the ground is so soft and all efforts (continuing as of today) to prep by dumping rock and gravel have seemingly failed (yea!).

That is all I can think of for now. 

keep well, keep in touch

Michael Gilfillan

Jumbo Valley Sept 10, 2014

After a sudden, fierce shower last night, the Jumbo sky cleared suddenly, revealing the full moon rising sharply over the ridge to the east.

Even though the ridge is kilometers away, each tree stood out like a jagged tooth in front of the perfectly round, bright face of the moon.

We crawled into our cold beds shortly after a bank of fog ate the vista, moon and all.

In the morning, I huddled in my sleeping bag as the enormous yellow rock hauling truck rumbled by. Each morning you can hear it coming from far away, its gears grinding up the hill before the Jumbo Wild Camp, then shaking the ground as it approaches and passes. Other vehicles follow—Johnstons Construction pick up trucks come later with gas tanks, tools, a dirt bike, workers.

Yesterday morning, there were two dump trucks loaded with gravel and an excavator that laboured up the road, clanking and roaring like the terrible mechanical beast that it is.

This morning, the fog sits low and damp in the valley. The four of us hunch, cold and damp, in our lawn chairs by the fire, noting each passing vehicle in the log book, hollering to the person with the one wrist watch in camp, for the time. She leaves today. Our watchfulness will become timeless, sort of like this valley and the fog shrouded peaks that surround it.

Once two of us leave today, my bridge lessons (card game) will stop. I’ve also finished reading and commenting on Dick’s fascinating novel about protests in the sixties in Chicago against Mayor Daley’s “machine.”

We will continue to watch these machines– the ones working to turn the Jumbo Valley into a 6,500-person ski town— rumble up and down this road. There is a deep swale, a bump, right in front of camp on the dirt road. For this, at least, they must slow down, and see our faces witnessing the destruction.

Each day, after my morning meditation, I give thanks for this place, this wide deep valley from which all self-respecting four leggeds have fled for the time being. I give thanks for my being, for my existence that I may never be able to separate out from this place. I give thanks for my healthy body, mind and heart, that are strong enough to defend what I value.

—K. L. Kivi


Jumbo Valley Sept 10, 2014

Before dawn, one by one, we stumbled out of our respective sleeping spots to pee. The moon is a mere glow behind thick clouds to the west.

Dick sees the morning star in a hole to the east. Too early and cold for breakfast, we each retreat to our beds. When the clatter of chains awakens me at 8 am, I can’t see out the windows of the van. When I push the door open, a vista of white confronts me.

In the wee hours of the mountain morning, four inches of snow has fallen. The screen tent that serves as our kitchen is askew, collapsing under the weight of the wet snow.

I am glad for the snow, even as my hands parch red in the process of trying to save the screen tent. Although four vehicles went in to the Jumbo Glacier Resort worksite this morning, perhaps their window of workability is shorter.

As I write this, my chilled feet are warming on the hot water bottle that is my saviour from the cold. My tummy is full of French toast and huckleberry jam.

Yesterday we were visited by the RCMP Sergeant, the Worksafe Inspector, two Natural Resources Compliance officers and a random assortment of passers-by.

Today undoubtedly I will have time to read and write.

Keeping Jumbo Wild…

— KL Kivi