So magnificent are British Columbia's gulf islands that I feel inadequately equipped to describe them.
I find it so surprising that mere hours from the big city, one can find such stunning, savage, sultry beauty. The way there is lined with rich, familiar evergreens within a lush rainforest, yet marked by seeming rural poverty. Working life seems hard, if real. Small pleasures are noticed and celebrated.
I'm not going to describe the sensory experiences. As if lured by a west coast siren, the world's nature seekers are pulled in. Close to the steep banks and lulled by the salty air, the blessed may just hear a tempting song. The place marked me. If you go, I hope it leaves traces of itself on you as well.