It was a good plan. If only I had had a chance to carry it out. Familial entanglements and the social lives of six-yr-olds made the five-hour block of time needed impossible, so I had to improvise. I took a quick trip to the North Arm of the Fraser River. I was sure I'd seen lots of rocks there, well, rip-rap anyway. (The dikes that surround this city are bolstered by chunks of broken pavement, etc.). It's very attractive.
But not very lively. The only sign of animal life I found after the first dozen flips was death--the valves of a small clam.
We have met the remains of this creature on the river before. My guess is it's a species of Sphaerium.
Then, miracle of miracles. Life! An out-of-focus spider ran from behind a rip-rap. This is not a blurry photo. The spider actually looked like that. This reminded me that rock-flipping is best done in pairs if photography is to be involved. One flips, the other clicks. Especially when the rocks are muddy.
I abandoned the river and crossed the road that parallels it into a field where unscrupulous individuals dump their rubble. Were this southern Ontario, where I first learned the art of rock-flipping, I would have been thinking snakes. But since this is here, I was just hoping to find something.
Under the thing above that looks like a tombstone I found nothing of interest, but beneath the slab next to it was Mr. Speedy, a lithobiomorph (I think) centipede. Lithobiomorph--there's a term (=rock-life-form!). Perfect for today.
Under another faux-rock (a cinderblock) I found a colony of small black ants that had created smooth, winding tunnels. And then I had to leave. Next year, I'll head to the bay. Goal: Clingfish.
See also the flickr group.