This is a photo of 'our' house, taken from the beach we can see from our house. Funny, the tiny beach looks very close from the deck, but from the tiny beach, the house looks very far away. To get to the tiny beach, you must climb down a long series of steep steps, secret steps, from the Wild Pacific Trail. During the day, we have watched the few people that make the trip, some with dogs. The beach is like a magic trick: now you see it, now you don't!
Behind the Wickaninnish Visitor Center, which anchors the Long Beach unit of the National Park, we spent a little time on the beach. The piles of washed up logs is amazing! Sort of like an on-steroids version of what our little place on the river looked like after a flood, with docks and furniture and trees. These logs are HUGE,and have been here a long time. The beach is wide, and there is a fog on the beach most of the time. A surfer's heaven, with lots of waves! Thank goodness, most of the land bordering the ocean is now in the protection of the park service. At the visitor center, we looked at a relief map of the island, with clear-cut areas marked in a contrasting color. The old growth sections are safe, now.
The hermit crabs, in their starter-home sized rented houses move around on this rock, creating what appear to be underwater heiroglyphs!
On our sandy, southeast coast beaches, people build sand castles and sand sculptures. On this log strewn northwest coast beach, people built houses and furniture from the washed up lumber. The Beach Throne might not be here after a couple of high tides...
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