This morning, we ventured further north, to Chesterman Beach, and in specific, North Chesterman Beach. We accessed the beach adjacent to Frank Island, which is connected to the mainland (Vancouver Island, in this case) by a sandbar which is called a 'tombolo'. Who knew?
Frank Island is private property with a few upscale cabins that are available for rent and which, at high tide, would be isolated as the tombolo would be immersed. From the leeward side of the island, you can see a lighthouse in the distance, further up the coast.
We walked north and while Marcelle waded, I found some intriguing driftwood (sadly lacking on this beach compared to most) and got comfortable, watching the beach traffic.
One thing I notice, especially in Tofino, is that there is no lack of interesting and colorful fashion that one sees.
Looking back down the beach, I noticed a young woman silhouetted against the sun on the waves, doing a yoga routine. The poses seemed perfect in a setting like this.
On our way back home, we jaunted off to go up Radar Hill (actually only to find that not only had I done this on a previous visit some years ago, but that it was now too foggy to see anything much at all!). Trudging down the inclined path back to the car, I spied a magical scene:
Man, ya gotta love the Island!
This is a journal of our retirement move and life in Ucluelet on Vancouver Island's ruggedly beautiful west coast. The town's motto is "Enjoy life on the edge".
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