The best way to experience nature is to take a walk.
While exploring Tofino we took a hike to Schooner Cove in the Pacific Rim National Park. The web page said it was a short and relatively easy trail, leading through lush rainforests and over gentle meandering streams.
“How long is it?” I asked.
“It’s not far,” hubby said. “Less than ..” he mumbled into his shoulder as he turned away to get something from somewhere else.
So we walked. It started out easy enough.
Down into the ravine
Across the marsh
But after walking down and around for what seemed like forever, we came to this extended ramp.
At this point, with only the faint promise of surf in the distance, we had too much vested in the walk to turn back. We continued walking, going up and down several more ramps and valleys until we faced the final ascent.
Up and out …
.. Further up
On paper it is only a two kilometre hike. However most of it is climbing up or down stairs. It could have been worse. If there wasn’t a board walk for instance. But then I probably wouldn’t be taking this hike.
How was Schooner’s Cove, the final destination? It was good.
After the walk we went back to the hotel.
Thoughtfully displayed, for our post-walk reflection were these warning signs.
Pacific Rim National Park in Tofino, Vancouver Island. BC. 2017
On the way from Nanaimo to Ucluelet is a quirky little place called Coombs.
Coombs is a small community on Vancouver Island in British Columbia, situated on provincial highway 4A approximately 10 km (6.2 mi) west of Parksville. Coombs is home to approximately 1,327 people and is renowned for its Old Country Market (which features a family of goats living on the roof), Butterfly World (which includes a small indoor tropical rainforest ), and the Coombs Bluegrass Festival held every B.C. Day weekend.
-Wikipedia. November 2017
We arrived looking for the ‘goats on the roof’ but couldn’t find them. Instead we were diverted by this Seussian structure.
Captivated we wandered into a courtyard of humongous stone monuments. Native American gods, Chinese and Hindu Buddhas, Disney-esque orangutans and the Lion King?
Welcome to Coombs Emporium.
Inside the store was the largest collection of wood carvings and hand carved items I have ever seen in one place. Individually, I’ve seen them in night markets and souvenir shops all across South East Asia, but all together in one shop? It felt like someone had gone to an Indonesian island and said “I’ll buy everything.”
The fellow in the cafe said that the display was the result of forty years of collection by his parents. The statues which had cost a couple hundred thousand to ship back twenty years ago were valued at half a million each today. I could believe it. If I had a 500K to spare I would buy a three storey high statue of Buddha.
We never did see the goats on the roof. Apparently they had been taken in for the winter. If we had seen them, they would have looked something like this.
“It’s the fourth driest city in Canada,” he said. “Summerland is at the edge of Canada’s only semi-arid desert.”
“Kelowna looks like it’s right near there,” I said pointing to Google Maps on my phone. “They closed down the airport due to snow two days ago.”
“But Kelowna is way north of there. We’ll be fine.”
According to Maps it’s a four hour, high-way drive from Vancouver to Summerland in the Okanagan valley. Ample time we thought, to take the morning ferry, disembark at noon, drive and arrive before dinner. That might have worked, except that ..
It was mountain range driving.
It had snowed the previous two days.
After leaving Hope, the BC-1 exit signboard warned of fog and ice on the mountain pass.
Extreme caution and tire chains were required.
I didn’t recall seeing a snow brush in our rental car. I didn’t think there were tire chains hidden in the trunk. I was the trip navigator (Google Maps reader) and with hubby’s assent, we doubled back to Hope and took the slightly longer (30 minutes) but more southerly BC-3 route to Summerland.
After three hours of driving, Maps said that we still had another 259 kilometers and three hours left to go.
I spent my time looking at the mountain views, peering for deer and big horn sheep.
“Pretty scenery,” I said. “I see a deer! But don’t look! Sharp curve coming up ahead.”
By 3pm darkness was falling like a blanket over the winding and steeply descending road. We had forgotten that Daylight Savings Time had pushed the clock back one hour. By 4pm the Maps screen had gone black for the night. It said we still had three hours left to go.
Eventually we reached our hotel in Summerland, nearly six hours after leaving Vancouver. It was pitch black over the lake and distant city lights barely flickered through our room’s window.
But here is what I saw the next morning.
After breakfast we wandered in to the city’s Information Center.
“Oooh, it doesn’t normally snow this much in winter,” the lady with the maps said. “Normally we’re quite dry and warm. It hasn’t snowed like this,” she waggled her eye brows in concentration, “since 1995!”
“What can we do today?” I asked.
“Well, let’s see. The wineries are all closed for the season. Otherwise its a lovely wine tasting trail up through Naramata. And the museum… sorry, that’s closed too. The restaurants … hmmm, probably closed. You could go up Munson Mountain. You’ll see the valley and the two lakes. It’s a very pretty view.”
She was right.
Stretched out below is Penticton, Summerland and Lake Okanagan. On a clear day, we could probably see Skaha Lake. Maybe even Kelowna.
I apologize for taking so many pictures of sunsets.
I apologize for calling them fabulous! gorgeous! stupendous! I apologize for doing the hysterical equivalent of SHOUTING in caps.
I just cannot help myself. When faced with the spectacular splendor of a setting sun, I am overcome with sappy alliteration and I take pictures. I take hundreds of pictures. More pictures than I can use. More pictures than I dare to share.
Forgive me as I share one more.
Davis Bay, Sechelt. British Columbia, Canada. 2017
After years of living in China and South East Asia it was time to come home.
But after a few weeks in Toronto, hubby and I realized we still had the whole of Canada to explore.
Starting with Vancouver Island in beautiful British Columbia. The island is off the Pacific coast line of Canada and USA. It has an unprotected face to the Pacific and is characterized by extreme weather, rugged coastlines and awe inspiring views of mountains, sea and sky.
These pictures were taken at Long Beach in Tofino. It was an unusually warm (12 degrees!) and sunny day in November. Normal weather is cold with constant rain and intermittent periods of more rain. With a dour scowl a local resident told me that “last year it rained every day for four months.” This summer though was a good one. It was a dry and sunny. Lucky for me, a bit of summer hung around.
In my workplace cafeteria I remember a large hand printed sign posted above the racks of clean water glasses: “Do NOT use for HOT WATER!”
The company had just relocated to a new site in Toronto and the food services group was getting used to the strange habits of a two thousand odd tech team. One of the more perplexing issues was the amount of breakage due to people dispensing hot water directly into cold beverage glasses.
With some curiosity, I had watched employees (all Chinese) by-pass the stoneware coffee mugs in favor of the more fragile, non-tempered water glasses. They filled them up with boiling hot water and ignoring scorched finger tips transported them back to the lunch tables. Odd, I thought but cafeteria services being the least of my worries at the time, I forgot about it.
Years later when I was stationed in Beijing, I was charmed at the many little courtesies afforded to visitors in business meetings. Almost always I would be seated around a meeting table where paper cups of hot water were already set in place. My first couple sips were surprises and after the startled responses to my request for cold water, I learnt to appreciate the gesture and ignore the paper cups.
A torii (鳥居, literally bird abode, Japanese pronunciation: [to.ɾi.i]) is a traditional Japanese gate most commonly found at the entrance of or within a Shinto shrine, where it symbolically marks the transition from the profane to sacred – Wikipedia
I took a walk through the torii gates leading up to the Fushimi Inari shrine.
It was a long walk, on a hot and humid day, with crowds and crowds of people.
When is a kimono not a kimono? In summer, when it’s called a Yukata. Actually, a yukata is a lighter, more casual version of the kimono, typically made with unlined cotton fabric. Kimonos are far more formal, have more layers of clothing and are traditionally made with heavy, lined silk.
Where in Japan is the best place to do street photography of people in kimonos? In Kyoto and Osaka … but it probably won’t be Japanese in those kimonos.
Dressing-up in a kimono for day is a popular tourist activity. For about 3,000 yen you can be fully outfitted in a kimono of choice complete with make-up, hair styling and wooden shoes. For an additional fee you can even ‘rent’ a photographer the day. In Kyoto I saw many young ladies in kimono/yukatas walking about. I admired their vigor, especially on the hot (36F degrees) days of August when I was melting in my shorts & t-shirt.
The ladies in kimonos offered good context for my holiday pictures. Harder to find were interesting street shots.
My ‘Red Kimono’ picture was taken in Kyoto’s Shirakawa-minami Dori district. I like it because of the initial focus on the brilliant red pattern on the furi sleeve, then the elaborate obi tie in the back and finally, the girl’s incongruous blue french nails.