Arthur and Lynne moved here in 1995 and can't imagine living anywhere else.

Perhaps the only good thing about watching our island get trashed by outsiders is that the rest of us are learning something from it. One by one. Citizen by citizen.
We are learning that we can't do things this way anymore. The warnings have been painful and obvious—if ignored. Our breakneck greed obliterated—to name but a handful—the passenger pigeon, the cedars of Lebanon, the Plains Bison, the mahogany forests of the Caribbean, the East Coast cod, the West Coast salmon fishery.
Now we're watching the same modus operandi being applied to our own
backyard.
"Eventually" a wise man has said, "humankind will reach a critical mass of independent actions, news items, and thoughts, and the big light bulb will go on, and the big picture will be understood."
I'm sure the wise man is right, but time grows short. Salt Spring is our home—speak up for it.