Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019

Sue and Martin in Mallorca 2019
On the Archduke's Path in Mallorca

Saturday 19 August 2017

A Canadian Adventure - Day 16

Friday 18 August 2017

Sechelt to Whistler

Another leisurely start with no time pressures as we had to be at a ferry terminal about 35 minutes away by around 11.30. So we lounged around the campsite until the sun had dispelled any condensation on the tent, then we packed up and drove the short way into Sechelt.

A short walk along the beach at the isthmus of the Sechelt peninsula was pleasant enough, but the sight of a house being revered for its extreme age - it was built in 1909 - brought home the fact that the history of this area is all fairly recent. Perhaps that explains the blandness of places compared with their characterful European counterparts. The views to date, when not limited by the smoke haze that has now dissipated considerably, are dominated by trees and lack the variety that we come to view as normal at home. This is a mere observation - not a complaint.

Perhaps things will change as we leave the Sunshine Coast.

A short ferry journey on the Queen of Coquitlam, found us taking our last pictures of the sea for a while, after which we headed inland towards Whistler. With views of cloud capped mountains. And trees.

Lunch was taken at a rubbish strewn car park at a trailhead at Bertram Creek, by Howe Sound. Walking routes from here led to exotically named places like Enchantment Pass and Mount Unnecessary.

We didn't have time for that. Instead, we paused at Shannon Falls. After waiting for a space in the car park we enjoyed a short stroll with the masses to a viewpoint. The falls are 335 metres high, quite impressive, and apparently the third highest in British Columbia. 

Then we decided to stop at the town of Squamish. A suitable supermarket was found. This was a Good Move, as the traffic slowed to a crawl in drizzly weather about 10 km before reaching Whistler. Our accommodation at Whistler Lodge is 2-3 km before the centre of town, which we have not needed to visit. It's an interesting hostel. We are in what was billed as a room for four, but it's actually a largish dormitory with curtains around each numbered bed for privacy. Everyone gets a light and a power point, as well as a large storage box on another floor. We all get little fridge boxes and boxes for our non-fridge items - all numbered accordingly.

Our salad/quiche based meal, with a dessert of strawberries and cream, was delicious as usual, and the envy of the hostel.

Pictures: chronological as usual.

About 3 km of gentle strolling, a 130 km drive and a 50 minute ferry.

Friday 18 August 2017

A Canadian Adventure - Day 15

Thursday 17 August 2017

Sechelt by the Sea

After a very comfy night in the tent, my back played up for the rest of the day. I've no idea why. We didn't wake up until nearly 9 am, and that was after an early night.

'Pedals and Paddles' was our first port of call. 'Paddles' was Sue's choice, and as they had no single kayaks left I was commanded to accompany her in a double kayak. I went in the back this time (see our NZ blog from 2008 to see how I fared in the front of a kayak). That meant I could steer whilst Sue paddled. She likes paddling. Just as well. My back hurt and I recalled the NZ experience. At least this was only for two hours, as opposed to three days. We made it to a small bay for a rest and a banana, then back past some blooms (huge numbers) of jellyfish, and it was much to my relief when we managed to locate the 'Pedals and Paddles' depot. Everything looked a little different the wrong way round!

Back to camp to look for my missing wallet. It was found in the car, so we finished off our lunch provisions on the comfort and relief of our campsite picnic table.

The afternoon was spent wandering the footpaths at Hidden Grove. This area seems to be the local 'Hiking Trail' but it's really just a closely knit network of paths that have been created in an area where local opposition foiled the loggers. Pine Bluff viewpoint offered a vague sort of outlook (second picture) through the trees towards Vancouver Island, and 'The Lonely Giant' was a relatively big tree compared with others in the forest. There was also another 'lookout' from which you could see a nearby (tree coated!) hill. The bark had been stripped by some of the native Indians, in the past, from some of the trees for basket weaving and other uses. Also abundant in this area were the Arbutus trees with peeled back bark exposing the red trunks of these drought resistant specimens. After observing a woodpecker at close quarters and having walked nearly 5 km along these paths we called it a day and went back to camp.

From Bayside it turned out to be 1.8 km to the dinky but delightful Burnet Falls. Quite steep at the end. We dashed back for a cuppa and a shower before heading for the Fleshpots. 

The Lighthouse Pub provided excellent rehydration fluid and a tasty dinner on the patio with fine views up Sechelt Inlet under a clear blue sky.

About 4 km of kayaking, 5 km of walks, plus 3.6 km in 23.15 on the dash to Burnet Falls and back.

Thursday 17 August 2017

A Canadian Adventure - Day 14

Wednesday 16 August 2017

Cumberland to Sechelt

Another leisurely start on a warm day with sunny intervals soon found us waiting at Little River for the ferry across to Powell River on the mainland. So ends our sojourn on Vancouver Island, and we diverge for the moment from the route taken by the Brexton Travelers two years ago. They drove all the way up to Port Hardy for the ferry to Prince Rupert.

The Riding Fool hostel in Cumberland was very good, with a massive kitchen and living area and lots of polished floorboards and wood paneling. Cumberland is an old coal mining town, settled by people from guess where in the UK. Closure of the mines led to hard times, but it is now reinvented as a mountain biking centre, with lots of trails, albeit I suspect most of them are in the trees. It's a shame I didn't have the time (or the gold bars to pay for the hire costs) to try any of them.

The visibility is now much better than when we arrived. I've noted 'lots of totem poles' and 'a proliferation of psychic mediums and tarot carders' during our stay on the island.

The sea was calm for our 1.5 hour crossing to Powell River, where we had time for a short exploration of the town's heritage buildings - many of them century-old Arts and Crafts constructions, including the Patrician Theatre, Canada's oldest continually operating cinema, before moving on to a second, shorter, ferry from Saltery Bay to Earls Cove.

We pass under an incredible span of power lines to an island, as the high mountains on the horizon draw closer. Then after the ferry journey, an easy 50 km drive to Sechelt and Bayside Camp Ground.

A short walk takes us to a beach within this long inlet. We can look at water instead of just trees.

Pictures should be pretty much self explanatory, chronological as usual.

3 km of walking, 120 km on the road, and 2+ hours on ferries.

Wednesday 16 August 2017

A Canadian Adventure - Day 13

Tuesday 15 August 2017

Three easy walks

The plan for today, which turned out to be sunny and warm, was to walk up a nearby hill, Mount Becher (1390 metres). After the usual chores - breakfast, shopping, etc - we drove up to the 800 metre roadhead for a 10.45 start and headed up a well used footpath. Elevenses after half an hour, featuring delicious 'Chips Ahoy' biscuits. There were good views down to Comox Lake and across the sea to the mountainous mainland. After another half hour we passed a small lake and paused to check the route description Sue had photographed from the internet. There was no correlation. We decided to backtrack to a point where the description matched our route. We finished up back at the car, having walked about 4 km. Had we ignored the route description we'd probably have made the summit, but with no map and no idea where the summit was (it was no doubt shrouded in trees) we had felt that following a detailed route description would be our best bet. Annoyingly, this particular route description appears to have been a work of fiction, which is worse than no route description at all.

So, with another travelling day tomorrow, our time in Vancouver and on Vancouver Island has elicited just one full day's walking, and a summit of just over 200 metres. I'm sure we will soon make up for that!

We decided to give up on Mount Becher and descend to a network of short trails based around the Nymph Falls, which turned out to be a bit like Aysgarth's Lower Falls, with lots of cairns strewn across the shallows above the falls, and a chap sitting on a deckchair on a slab of rock in the middle of the river above the falls. We found a spot for lunch and appreciated the continuing joy of having no biting insects to contend with. 4 km on easy manicured paths.

Next we decided to head up to Mount Washington Alpine Resort, in the massive Strathcona Provincial Park. Time constraints involving supermarket opening times meant that we had little more than an hour to explore the vast area now available to us at over 1000 metres in altitude. We did our best, zooming in a 3.5 km circuit around the boardwalks that have been specially designed to cater for unicycles, as mountain biking along them is considered unsafe for pedestrians.

Distant snow capped mountains were visible for the first time this trip. The ones in the Strathcona PP were actually fairly close, and mainly shielded by trees, with a foreground of salad burnet and bog cotton. But views across to the mainland north of Vancouver revealed slightly more than hazy outlines of some high coastal mountains. At last!

Sue kept pausing to dodge the unicycles and photograph orchids, the most profligate of which was the White Bog Orchid. There was also lots of Northern Bedstraw and many other damp loving plants including several varieties of gentian.

Other denizens of this area that made themselves known to us were a chatty red squirrel, some attentive grey jays - the 'Don't feed the Birds, it's Bad for their Diet' signs were largely being ignored - and a number of woodpeckers and LBJs.

After Sue had come to the aid of a parched old lady who was about to drink the water put out for dogs whilst she awaited the rescue and delivery (by unicycle) of an injured companion, we rejoined Charlie, who happily coasted us down to a supermarket before its 5.30 closing time. That resulted in an excellent baked potato and tuna mayo with salad meal in this excellent hostel, followed by strawberries and cream, following tea, beer, and a twenty minute run for Sue.

Today's photos:

• Sue on the Mt Becher trail
• Elevenses on the Mt Becher trail, with the first 'clear' view we have had, with mainland summits visible
• Giant slugs near Nymph Falls
• Nymph Falls - can you spot the man in the deck chair?
• Looking down river from Nymph Falls
• A Mount Washington trail - spot the boardwalk
• A unicycle trail
• A mountain view from a Mount Washington boardwalk

4.2 km in 23.15 for morning exercise, then 11.5 km of walking in three leisurely ambles.

We are camping for the next couple of nights, and may not be able to get an Internet connection, so you may have to bear with us for a few days. I'm sure you'll manage.

Tuesday 15 August 2017

A Canadian Adventure - Day 12

Monday 14 August 2017

Five easy walks

A leisurely start saw Charlie springing into action after a two day break. Items accidentally 'borrowed' from Alan and Toddy were dropped off, and provisions were acquired.

A short drive to beyond the Port Alberni turn took us to Wick Road and the 'Bog Trail' for our first exercise of the day. An 800 metre loop on a boardwalk through a bog. There were supposed to be sundew but we couldn't spot any. Just a blue gentian-like flower that was struggling to bloom. The top picture shows the ambience...

Next, we drove to the end of Wick Road and strolled for a kilometre or so along Wickaninnish Beach. It's the first of a series of beaches ending with Long Beach, all of which merge into a 16 km continuous strip of sand. Despite the cool, overcast morning, some surfers were demonstrating their skill in the breakers. Others were learning.

Curious marks in the sand were analysed as deriving from dogs and ravens. There were lots of shells in the sand as well as seaweed and small jellyfish. The entire beach was backed by a rim of bleached tree trunks, then forest. The tree trunks are everywhere. We are told that they derive from many years of carelessness when transporting lumber by sea. The washed up trunks are now so ingrained with sand and other impurities that they are totally useless and are therefore left to litter the shores of the whole area. (See second and third pictures.)

After a brief visit to a nearby visitor centre we embarked on another 2 km stroll. This was along the South Beach Trail, a woodland route leading past a totem pole, some large slugs and a garter snake, to a beach of soft shingle. The path was mainly another boardwalk. It passed through an area inhabited by a large family of noisy ravens. (See fourth picture.)

Continuing our drive we reached Sproat Lake, where a café satisfied our thirst for coffee and some picnic benches provided a suitable venue for our picnic lunch.

By now it was hot and sunny, so we were glad of a bit of shade for our next outing, another 2 km stroll. We had reached the tourist trap known as the Cathedral Trail, in the MacMillan Provincial Park. The Douglas Fir trees and the Western Red Cedars reach up to about 70 metres in height, so there's no problem with shade. The latter live for up to 800 years. There is evidence of a serious fire here around 350 years ago, but many trees survived that event. (See fifth picture.)

We left the crowds and the very smelly washrooms (aka toilets) in favour of heading to the Qualicum Falls. Here we managed a circuit of over 4 km (wow!), taking in the lower and the upper falls (sixth picture) plus a pleasant diversion to an upper bridge next to a campsite. All this was not unexpectedly in woodland, with the twisting nature of the river providing excellent views that neither of us had the skill to photograph effectively.

After this quieter and much more pleasant stroll than that along the Cathedral Trail, we hopped back into Charlie for the hour's drive to Cumberland, where we are spending two nights in the Riding Fool Hostel, part of the Hostelling International network.

The Waverley Hotel provided a very tasty and filling supper.

11 km of walking in five short bursts, and a 210 km drive.

Monday 14 August 2017

A Canadian Adventure - Day 11

Sunday 13 August 2017

An 'Archipelago Cruise'

On their visit two years ago, Robert, Lyn and Louise had enjoyed their day cruising with Alan and Toddy as much as any other on their holiday. So Sue and I cashed another gold bar and set off for a 9.40 am rendezvous at the harbour.

The Raincoast Maiden, a 53ft Canoe Cove motor yacht, was fully subscribed today with over twenty passengers. There was plenty of room for everyone on this grand tour to the Broken Group Islands and back. It was a luxurious trip with a gourmet lunch. Today's passengers were American and Canadian, plus half a dozen from Italy, a German family and a chap from London being the only other Brit on board.

We headed off briskly after Alan's safety briefing as Toddy had spotted a black bear on a nearby beach. It was oblivious to our presence as we watched it turning over rocks in a search for crabs.

We then continued past numerous points of interest:

• Bald eagles - there are apparently around 170 nests in the vicinity, so no shortage of sightings of these beauties. We watched one of them eating a fish on a rocky bluff
• A raccoon on an island - one of a family of three who live there
• Frozen tuna being offloaded from a small fishing boat - the authorities here have a firm hand in ensuring that fishing is sustainable, with a 'no throwback' policy that seems to work
• A scarecrow to keep sealions off a jetty (their weight might destroy it)
• Harbour seals
• Californian sealions. These are smaller sealions that we saw in the water. The cruise would normally visit some larger Steller sealions, but the crossing to the reef where they live was too rough in today's brisk westerly
• Kelp forests. Sea urchins eat the kelp, which is like giant oarweed that grows up to two feet a day, up to about 20 metres.
• Sea otter, on its back, chomping on a sea urchin that it was bashing with a stone. Kelp forests are proliferating where sea otters - once persecuted so that none remained in the area - have returned to feed on the sea urchins that eat the kelp
• Red-breasted mergansers, guillemots, common murres, oyster catchers (here they are black with red beaks) and numerous other sea and shore birds
• No whales. We looked for them but this was not a whale watching trip although it often encounters whales, who today must have been further out to sea - beyond our range.
It was a lovely 64 km trip in sunny weather, after last night's rain had cleared the atmosphere sufficiently to see a bit more detail in the nearby hills than the grey outlines we've been seeing to date.

The cruise lasted from 10 am to 3.30 pm, after which a trip to the Co-op provided us with the ingredients for a tasty salad and a strawberry croissant.

It was a lovely afternoon. We returned to the 'Lighthouse Circuit' - the section of the Wild Pacific Trail that we walked in over two hours yesterday morning. This time we chose the opposite direction which must be flatter, as it took us less than half an hour to cover the 4.6 km.

That left us plenty of time to laze in the sun on the bench outside our chalet, edit the day's pictures, enjoy a leisurely sauna/meal, and catch up with some correspondence before a further immersion in our giant bath.

Today's pictures are in chronological order as usual, all taken on or before the cruise, apart from the bottom three, two of which were taken on the Lighthouse Loop to show how much conditions for photography have improved since yesterday.

2 km of walking, 64 km boat cruising and a 4.6 km run in 27.30.

Sunday 13 August 2017

A Canadian Adventure - Day 10

Saturday 12 August 2017

The Wild Pacific Trail

It was cool and cloudy this morning, but we couldn't tell whether the visibility was any better as our views are out to the Pacific, the nearest land to our west being Russia, which is just a tad beyond our horizon!

A morning stroll took us on a 5 km loop from our chalet at Little Beach Resort, the Lighthouse Loop, around a small peninsula at the southern end of Ucluelet. The Amphitrite Lighthouse is the focus of the route. Today's benign conditions bely the fact that numerous shipwrecks have occurred around this reef strewn coast - 'the graveyard of the Pacific' - hence the need for a lighthouse.

There were many tourists on the highly manicured path that has a resting bench or/and a viewpoint every 50 metres or so. And lots of foreign languages, notably German.

We met an English child who was looking for a sea otter, and a Canadian child who was cuddling a giant black slug. Birdlife included the ubiquitous American Robin - an orange breasted blackbird, and Steller's Jay - a sort of glossy crested crow.

Back at our chalet, the men's 5000 metres race in the athletics World Championships was about to take place. Sadly Mo Farah could only manage second place in the last major track race of his career. We lunched on the remains of last night's salad and lingered to enjoy the excitement of the 4x100 metre relays. Joy for GB in both races, but disaster for the legendary Usain Bolt as his left leg gave way. 

This afternoon we completed our walk along the Wild Pacific Trail, setting off from our lodgings in the opposite direction to this morning. By now the hazy sun that had appeared mid morning was long gone. After passing an expectant wedding party - they were waiting for the principal players - we encountered a wet mist arriving from the west, slowly turning to drizzle then ever heavier steady rain.
The coastal path passes many small bays strewn with driftwood, which here equates to tree trunk sized logs. It was as heavily manicured but quieter than the morning route. Perhaps warnings about the increasing activity of wolves in this area... "pick up small children and dogs if you encounter a wolf" ... had put people off coming out. Or perhaps it was the weather forecast?

The trail ends at a rocky bluff. Today's views were very limited, so we took a rare 'selfie'. Nearby there's an optional loop in the trail to see some giant cedar trees. They really are massive.

After that we made our way quickly back home in the rain. Coastal trails are all very well - this one passes through pleasant woodland adjacent to a series of very similar bays - but for a wider variety of scenery the coastal walks in Pembroke and the South West of England are far superior to the routes we've found here.

Diary note for Sue: sort out Anglesey Coast Path trip.

We managed a quick turnaround and five minutes after getting back from our walk we set off to Hanks 'untraditional bbq' restaurant, where we both enjoyed  clams, mussels and Dungeness crab in a spicy tomato sauce, plus fries. Too dark for a photo I'm afraid (or would it just have looked like a jumbled pile of sea shells?). It was delicious, and followed by a tasty berry crumble with vanilla ice cream.

Then it was back out into the rain.

Today's pictures are in chronological order and track our progress along the coast path.

About 18 km of easy walking today, with maybe 200 metres ascent.