When low tide hits, marine life is revealed and is pretty amazing!
Firstly, let me give you a little perspective with High vs. Low Tide in Port Hardy BC. Here is the same light beacon during High and then Low Tide.
…here’s High Tide
… here’s Low Tide.
When low tide hits, it brings out the neighbours and tourists to examine the marine life that was once hidden below the ocean waves….
On this particular day, I met Liv and her family who live in the area and were more than happy to show me some of the amazing starfish. It was also a great way to start the day because it was Liv’s birthday! Happy Birthday Liv!
Ok, this wasn’t planned. I knew absolutely nothing about Lund. In fact, I was in Powell River for the weekend to explore and do a little hiking. It wasn’t until I was near the marker that I had discovered where & what it all meant.
“Mile 0” marker is the beginning or end, depending where you start, of highway 101, of the Pacific Coastal Hwy, which is one of the longest highways in the world! It takes you directly south, 15,202km, to Quellon Chile.
hmmm… 15,200km? … Pacicfic Coastal hwy?…. Canada to Chile?…. this certainly screams “Adventure!” … That would be so awesome! Before I get carried way… ugh… too late, my mind is racing with ideas! Who wants to join me!?!
The marker also contains a Time Capsule, which won’t be revealed until, if the marker is ever disassembled.
Back in Powell River…
This is so cool!
These ships are all concrete ships that were built during WWI and II, and the only 10 that are known to still be afloat! Yes, these things are floating, forming a massive floating breakwater on the Malaspina Strait in the city of Powell River, BC. There is only one WWI concrete floating ship and its here somewhere, I just don’t know which one it is. But very cool!
Hiking Trail… I had to snicker and give myself a slap 1/2 way through this hike.
While going through this trail, I was a little ticked that there was all this old / new logging equipment littered throughout the trail. It kinda ruins the “nature hike”. But then I realized…. it wasn’t littered construction equipment after all, it was placed there as part of Powell River’s Logging History….. ugh! I could have taken so many more photos of this unique trail and the history here!
According to my GPS, it had shown a Marina nearby. As we pulled up, it was obvious that this was not what we had expected. See, what the GPS failed to mention was that this place was a private resort.
Speaking with the Dock Master, he had made arrangements with the higher-ups to allow us stay on the resort’s island, which was connected by a small walking bridge.
People’s curiosity was no different here than other places we had stayed. We chatted with several staff & local vacationers, shared a few stories and laughs. We had met some really nice people.
By nightfall, we headed to the island in the dark to set up our tents. There was’t a lot of room among the brush & trees and there was one very distinct smell that would haunt us throughout the night…. a rotting dead animal.
We never did find where it was coming from, but geez, it was nasty. I think the smell stayed in my nose hairs for the rest of the day…ugh, fun.
The next morning, we were more than ready to pack up and leave this island.
Eating breakfast at their outdoor restaurant, nowhere near the island, it was a treat to see and “speak” with 2 of their local residence…. The Macaw was the loudest and wouldn’t shut-up, lol.