"Believe one who knows: you will find something greater in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters." - Saint Bernard de Clairvaux
Instead of reading this, go for a walk in the woods. Ed Boshart.
Along a foggy, wet coastline south from Whistler Mountain, B.C., my fellow traveler Rick Mercer and I wound our way for the first time to the open sea, securing a ferry passage at Horseshoe Bay, north of Vancouver city, in order to cross the Strait of Georgia to Vancouver Island. The weather was cool-cold and windy, but the trip across the strait ended in Nanaimo on the Island without a hitch. After a short 2-night stay in the the Island's largest city, Victoria, and a day's drive up the northwest coast, our itinerary crossed the San Juan Strait, on yet another ferry, and onto the fogbound Olympic Peninsula of the U.S. (Victoria and the eastern Olympic Peninsula will be covered in the next two or three blogs).