We stopped on the way up at Chemainus, a logging town that in the 1980s gained 40-some murals as part of a revitalization project. We seemed to be the only tourists strolling the streets on this winter morning.
|half-priced day-old sushi jackpot|
|some of these trees are 800 years old!|
The next morning we awoke in a cloud of fog to the sound of the waves. As we went about with coffee and breakfast the fog dissipated, leaving a sunny view of the beach.
We checked out and drove into Tofino, a fishing town and outdoor adventuring base which, despite its surf shops and galleries, was less gentrified than I'd expected. We watched the comings and goings of float planes and water taxis, admired Roy Henry Vicker's art in his longhouse gallery, and walked amongst fishing boats at the docks.
We continued south down the coast to Ucluelet, another fishing-and-forestry-turned-outdoors-tourism town.
We visited the Amphitrite Point Lighthouse and walked a bit of the Wild Pacific Trail. Aptly named, it was a great show of nature: mighty waves crashing in over the rocks, swirling foaming blue-green sea, and a tremendous roar. Over the cacophony sounded a plaintive fog horn.
|was too lazy at this point to get out of the car for a proper photo|
|next week's forecast -- more typical|