…there are a few indescribably special places on the planet where human beings have had such little effect on the environment that the overwhelming sense of natural beauty and ancient serenity leave you almost breathless.
The west coast of Vancouver Island is one such place; virgin rainforest clinging to broken cliffs that fall into the icy waters of the Pacific. Lagoons and inlets swirling with the turquoise ocean that continually washes the skeletal remains of long dead tree limbs strewn across empty beaches.
The forests there are just awesome – 100 metre high timeless giants towering over a bed of new born ferns – some pines over 800 years old and still heading skyward, some now just petrified monuments, marking one of the few places on earth where trees can grow old and die in peace.
I’ve posted some pics on my flickr page if you fancy a perusal.
I reluctantly left Tango (grrr) in Vancouver a few days ago. We had a very fantastic trip. Did I mention she’s coming to Portugal…?
I didn’t surf today.