As legendary Canadian Joni Mitchell observed, you don’t know what you got ‘till it’s gone. It is this principle that finds me on the shores of Calvert Island before dawn, blowtorching seaweed off the rocks.
This isn’t a random act of pyromania. I’m helping Hakai Institute researcher Patrick Martone set up an experiment on a type of seaweed called coralline algae: red seaweeds that fortify their structures with calcium carbonate. They can take many forms, including small pinkish fronds, stiff as starched lace, as well as crusts that look like wads of old bubble gum. Unfortunately, catching them above the water means waking at 4:30 a.m. to work during June’s extremely low tide. Martone explains the experiment as we trudge to the shore through dense salal and pillow-y sphagnum moss.
“Coralline algae are often ‘first colonizers’ that provide habitat,” he says, noting that bacteria living on them give off a scent of “home”, which attracts other creatures such as baby shellfish, snails, urchins, and even other seaweeds. “When it’s not there, we think there may be less colonization. But, we’re not sure.”
At the shore, Martone directs the team over the barnacle-encrusted rocks toward bolts drilled into the granite. These bolts mark ten plots, each containing three small squares the size of ‘45 record albums.
Today, we’ll leave one square in each plot untouched as a control and completely clear the other two right down to bare rock. One will reassemble without any further disturbance, slowly re-accumulating algae and animals. From the third square, field techs will diligently remove the corallines every month. From this experimental setup, we can learn more about the role corallines play in assembling an intertidal ecosystem.
The intertidal zone teems with life. They lie beneath massive, dark, glossy ribbons of kelp strewn across the rocks like videotape on the cutting room floor. I clear the kelp; ripping its holdfasts from the rocks, then start on the corallines with a wire barbecue brush that removes everything but the crusts. For crusts, we need a hammer and chisel, and soon the rocky ledge rings with dull clinks.
After three hours, the plots are clear. Before a rapt audience, Martone lowers the blowtorch to the last stubborn coralline crusts, and they crisp slowly to white ash. It’s just in time: the tide is creeping back up, bringing the first wave of new colonists.