Back from the Wilderness
This weekend was spent in stormy Tofino, on the west coast of Vancouver Island, at the luxurious Wickaninnish Inn. We didn’t do a whole lot–just ate a lot of good food, went for a few hikes and generally relaxed. Usually I’m not up for the relaxing on holiday. In fact, I’m good for exactly 1.5 days of relaxing before I need to get busy doing something. I’m hardly Clark Griswold, but I can’t sit on the beach for very long.
The west coast of Vancouver Island is an extraordinary place. A coastal rain forest, it throbs with moist life. The trees are massive, ageless and coated with moss. The ground is spongy with water, and the forest floor is carpeted with ferns and salal. On the way there, we stopped in Cathedral Grove, home to some of the largest trees on the continent (check out the obligatory tree-hugging photo). We were fortunate to be alone among these giants. The forest is aptly named. I’ve seen many of the great cathedrals of Europe, and this place calls up a similar sense of awe and humility.
Photos–mostly of scenery, with plenty o’ lens flare–are here.
Rob 
