We went for a hike to a place called Smuggler's Cove yesterday. It was a little over 2 km of beautiful trails meandering through a peaceful and most spectacular forest. It was like walking through a movie scene.
"The origin of the name Smuggler Cove is subject to much speculation. One theory holds that the bay was used by one Larry "Pig Iron" Kelly to pick up Chinese labourers to be smuggled into the United States after the building of the Canadian Pacific Railway. Another story is that the concealed cove was used as a transhipment location for the smuggling of bootleg liquor, produced on neighbouring Texada Island, into the US during the prohibition era." (BrithishColumbia.com)
One of the places where the boats came.
A section of the trail where the ferns are plentiful.
This is an Arbutus Tree. It's the first time I ever see one and it's one of those shots where I wish I had a better camera. They are a spectacular and peculiar looking tree with the strangest shedding bark I've ever seen. This is what the website says about them. "Arbutus is restricted to a narrow band along the south coast and generally occurs within 8 kilometres of the ocean. It is often found on exposed rocky bluffs overlooking the ocean."
And there's my face gawking at the site once we got to the end of the forest trail which opened up to the ocean.
When we left Smuggler's Cove we drove back to Sechelt where we had one of our sessions sitting on a log on the beach by the sea. We finished just as the sun was coming down.
How condusive is that to an inner journey of the soul? Gratitude is foremost in my vocabulary these days.
4 comments:
The beauty and healing power I can feel through these photos brought tears to my eyes. It is awe-inspiring in so many ways. I'm so glad that you had this opportunity!
Your sharing of this remarkable journey you are on is a gift unlike any other.
I am able to connect with all around you through these pictures and closing my eyes brings the sounds and scents alive in my mind.
That familar "green" scent of wild Fern for one thing brings back childhood walks brushing past wild Fern.
Your discovery of the Arbutus tree clinging to life with it's strange beauty is powerful.
Namaste for sharing with us.
Barbara
Ode To My Favorite Tree
Arbutus Tree,
You have magic about thee.
On bluffy heights and craggy spires
Your twisted shapes inspire me!
Winter and summer laden with leaves,
You reach for the sun yet ride storms with ease.
Bark so smooth you glisten in rain,
You shed your bark again and again!
Arbutus Tree,
Overlooking the sea,
Your blossoms exude scent divine,
Your cycles amaze every time!
Your red berries - a deer delicacy,
Your exquisite wood - a mystery,
Arbutus, you are my favorite tree,
You have truly blessed me!
On the British Columbia West Coast, the Salish First Nation honors the Arbutus Tree as their Tree of Knowledge because it knows how to find the sun.
Hi Annette,
Through the last few weeks I have been away I have discouvered your passion for writing and how it affects you. No, I have not found that same power of the written word yet, but I have found that power in nature. When I'm in nature I understand how you feel about needing to write. If a day passes without a visit with nature it seems wasted and void. I think I'm finally beginning to feel what it is like to be alive, to live, to be. Thank you for sharing your journey into nature and thank you for opening the door for me to find my answers. You are a wonderful teacher and mentor and I know that you will continue to use your gift to help other like me. Many thanks my friend.
love always,
Phillis xoxoxoxo
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