As part of our travels around Vancouver Island, we decided to take in some camping at a provincial park near Port Renfrew on the west coast, about 21/2 hours from Nanaimo. As put in their glossy by the Chamber of Commerce, “Port Renfrew is where the Pacific Ocean collides with the rugged west coast of North America, and massive trees earn it the Tall Tree Capitol of Canada. Home of the West Coast Trail, and Juan De Fuca Trail”. Many trails lead to the beaches along a 50k stretch of the coast. Being open to the Pacific Ocean, some of the beaches are very popular with surfers.
I love the water, but I will leave riding the waves to the younger bunch. No sharks, just lots of rocks. We spent 4 days there, so these pictures only take in our first day, at Mystic Beach.
Always lots of drift wood along west coast beaches.
Mystic falls is down to a trickle at this time of year. Next year we plan to visit in the spring.
This could be a place to spend the night… but only at low tide!
Too many pictures to include in one blog. I will post more on our journey up the beach in a couple of days. Cheers.
This blog was inspired after reading a post from a fellow blogger and her experience.
She and her husband stopped off at a spot in Vermont, attracted by the appearance of a covered train bridge. Her adventure that followed can be found at A New Day: Living Life Almost Gracefully. I encourage you to give it a read, and you will see the connection.
The falls above, Ammonite Falls just outside of Nanaimo, B.C., was the reason for the hike. After about 2 kilometers of easy walking through lush forests, and missing the falls on first pass, this is what we came across.
It turned out to be a drop of about of about 150 feet, broken into 4 sections, each with their own set of ropes. To add to the challenge, the ground is a mixture of dirt and lose gravel. Add to that, tree roots ,that were now exposed and begging to be grappled with.
We just looked at one another, well I said what do you think; her answer, please refer to the title of this blog. So with each of us carrying a 35m camera, and I with a side pack over my shoulder we ventured fourth. After all it was all down hill! Fortunately, there was only a couple of others, quite a bit younger I might add, to watch us old people navigate, or should I say feel our way down. So down we went, if it were not for the ropes, our descent would not have been an option.
I went first so as to help Maggie with her foot placement, some of the drops were beyond eyesight. Part way down Maggie was ok with taking the lead. Near the bottom she lost her footing, and did a little spin still holding on to the rope. Other than getting a little dusty and a scraped elbow, all was well.
The descent to the bottom was our reward. Though the flow was greatly reduced due to our dry summer in B.C., it offered up many photo temptations.
I have to say that our ascent was uneventful. Once at the top, we were looking around a bit and noticed a sign that brought a smile to both of us. The sign, being to the right, and somewhat elevated was totally unnoticed prior to going down.
That seemingly uneventful hike presented a formidable challenge, one that was met head on. Some might say that we were foolhardy, I for one was glad we did it, it offered me the option of turning a corner, of accepting the challenge at hand. Now on to the next one. I like SLPMartin’s comment on Pat’s blog about signage being noticed after the risk has been taken. So very ,very true. Cheers.