This week

Easter weekend kept me pleasantly distracted with my family bubble, and a good long walk on Newcastle Island with Bob and Sequoia. I am utterly fortunate to have this huge forested island provincial park right next to my little island. It’s accessible only by boat and especially in the off season we can have the whole place to ourselves. Newcastle is several hundred hectares with well defined trails that follow its coastline with spectacular vistas out across the Strait of Georgia, and also inland trails around its interior lake.

I’ve found plenty of photographic inspiration walking along the low tide line over the large, long stretches of creased, smooth, sculpted sandstone. On this walk however we came to a small bay on the North side that was discovered on a previous hike to have a most precious beach made of masses of small stones, each entirely different from the other, appearing as jewels. Perhaps glaciation made this area different than the other bays, and we sat on the beach gently stroking over the smooth rocks, picking out ones that spoke to us to bring home. Found art at its finest.

On a culinary note, The coloured easter eggs I had made for my tiny scavenger became deviled eggs the next day. Kind of excited about it. I’ve made them only once before in my life, and I’m thinking why once?! Old school, yes, but they are Delicious! Cheers!

This Week

I’ve been taking early morning walks for over a year now. I love that time of day; full of potential and promise. Many times the walks become photo sessions when the lighting is magnificent, and the colour so enchanting, I can’t help myself. And, since my early retirement a few years ago, mornings have become more special, not having to rush out the door at seven a.m. (Really love that I don’t have to jump into my boat and into a dark, wet, November-January storm at seven a.m. anymore!) The early morning is when I feel most introspective, creative, and inspired, my energy is engaged. During my working life I would get up an hour early just so I could have that time to journal and think, and it seemed too soon I was off to the races and a busy day.

It’s also a time I love to be alone, undisturbed, no distractions. I’m married, (30 years!) and it is rude to ignore one’s spouse upon waking. And there is breakfast to make, and dishes to do. Luckily I’m partnered with a lovely man who understands that when I return from my walk, (accompanied now with my four legged companion, Squilly) and before yoga and breakfast, I love to sit bundled up on the front porch with a cup of coffee (yes, it’s been possible to do this all winter on Vancouver Island) and write my morning pages and plan my day. A luxury, I know, and it doesn’t go unappreciated, or is taken for granted.

For this post I’m sharing some photographs from my morning walks. Currently I use an iPhone 8 and I use the edit tool to achieve my interpretation of what I see. Never filters. How many sunrise photos does one need to take? Apparently a lot. Here are a few. It’s been cool to watch the sun’s tracking over the winter too, coming back from far south of me, over the pulp mill Harmac, and moving towards the North end of Gabriola Island, as seen in the bottom right, taken yesterday morning. Happy Easter ~

Taking a walk

I now have to bombard everyone with a series of photographs of areas where I’ve been on daily walks with the rugnuts. As mentioned in the previous post Kimberley is replete with hiking avenues for every level of adventurer, and the views are gorgeously absorbing.

 

The unpaved Volksmarch trail, about 2 kilometers in length, follows along side the 28 kilometer paved Northstar rail2trail below.

The ridge trail above the town of Marysville that links up to the Volksmarch trail and to the NorthStar trail. This is where I come to walk most days because it is open and sunny, easy access, great views and it gets in a good length of a walk.

 

 

The Northstar Rail to Trail though is a fantastic path for a good long walk or bike ride, which my daughter and I did last year. It will take you all the way in to Cranbrook 28 kilometers away. The hounds and I spent a better part of the day on it starting from Marysville. And like I mentioned the entire area is gorgeous!