The Many Faces of a May Blue Moon

We spent the Blue Moon doing unusual things, being in unusual ways. In fact it was a holy lollapalooza of a Blue Moon. This first picture is the Pacific Ocean looking west to Japan. The breaking waves thunder and pound creating some of the only surfing waves in the Pacific Northwest. The next, a sunset shot taken from the cliffs above Long Beach on our second night.



Our 1978 Toyota Travette performed like a trooper. I have to include a picture of her taken in the first morning sun, her best light. The trip wouldn't have been possible without her...especially for Toledo. He attracted the attention of the crows at all our campsites, to the point of being divebombed and harrassed by them for the strange predator he is. I felt that after the Long Beach crows spotted Toledo, the crows on the rest of our journey were on the alert, knew the RV and that we/he were coming their way.



I understand now why the West Coast of Vancouver Island attracts travellers from around the world. Every mile of the drive is beautiful, some miles are spectacular.
This next picture was just one of hundreds of breathtakingly beautiful spots to stop along side the road. We had to put our feet into this creek and lay our bodies across the water smoothed, sun hot rocks. I would be remiss if I didn't mention that the roads are as dramatic as the countryside, full of long climbs and descents, hairpin turns and single lane traffic.


The last picture is of a tree in the aptly named Cathedral Grove. It is estimated as an 800 year old Douglas Fir in a rare stand of old growth forest that straddles the highway for miles. The feeling generated by this stand of trees was nothing less than reverence. I felt I was in an exquisite cathedral and that it would be appropriate to get on my knees and pray.


These pictures can't capture the smells and sounds that accompanied each of the settings. I will be digesting the full impact of this journey through Shangri-La for years to come.