#throwback2004 Veel mensen lassen bij Tsusiat Falls een rustdag in maar wij weten van geen ophouden en trekken verder. Dag drie van de trekking verloopt super. We wandelen langs het strand en genieten van de schitterende natuur. Meer en meer herkennen we de geluiden van het bos. Vandaag komen we ook de eerste beer tegen die niet echt onder de indruk is van ons gebrul. We staan daar maar te gillen en te fluiten maar hij wijkt geen meter van het pad. Na enkele minuten duikt er een hiker op aan de andere kant van het wandelpad. Tegen drie mensen voelt de zwarte teddybeer zich niet opgewassen en kiest het hazenpad. De wandelaar vertelt ons dat we er misschien niet in slaagden om de beer weg te jagen, maar dat we hem wel de schrik van zijn leven hadden bezorgd door zoveel lawaai te maken. #bearpaw#tsusiatfalls
Third and last of my Tsusiat Falls series. As the sun began to set in the evening and we were all preparing to settle down for the night, I soon noticed a very bright glow emerging from behind the rock face to the southeast of the campsite. It had completely slipped my mind to be mindful of the current moon phase, as I was hoping for some good stargazing and night photography on at least one of these nights on the coast, if the smoke and clouds would mercifully part and find another place to linger. With this new awareness of the moon full, I knew that wasn’t going to happen anymore. I resigned myself to just sitting by the fire that night and enjoying the peace that was offered. Sitting by a warm fire by the waters of the Pacific with no rain coming down, and everyone else retired for the night, is certainly nothing to complain about. But as I enjoyed some quiet contemplation and writing by firelight, the full moon soon moved into alignment with myself and the fire, and I decided to see if I could make an interesting shot out of it. Mars is shyly hanging out in the back on the right side. I enjoy these moments on Earth, greatly. How strangely beautiful our world is, whether illuminated by firelight or moonlight, or both; and, how lovely it is that we’ve been generously provided this exceptionally hospitable vantage point from which to gaze out into the Universe… .
Tsusiat falls on the west coast trail. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀👣 while we were waiting for the shuttle bus to take us to the trailhead, I ask a fellow hiker from the Okanagan why he was hiking the WCT. He said “I saw a picture of the Tsusiat Falls campsite and said to myself, “I have to hike that trail”. So here I am. My wife is picking me up on the other side!” Sometimes all it takes is a picture to spark a fire in someone else 😊 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ P.S. this water was FREEZING cold !!❄️ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #westcoasttrail#tsusiatfalls pc: @chadwickjohnston
Growing up in Canada and having had the privilege to explore many of its national parks, I’ve realized that we possess many priceless natural jewels. These places aren’t just great for taking photos, but have personally proven to be a fundamental part of my well-being by providing places of recreation, relaxation, meditation and contemplation. Like many others, these natural places have become a significant part of my identity and sense of belonging. Economically, they are also vital at the local, regional, and national levels from coast to coast to coast. From Parks Canada: “National parks are established to protect and present outstanding representative examples of natural landscapes and natural phenomena that occur in Canada's 39 natural regions…[and] range in size from 14 km2 (Georgian Bay Islands NP) to almost 45,000 km2 (Wood Buffalo NP)”. It is sad then, that on this most recent trip to the WCT, I started to notice more garbage and waste left behind than when I visited six years earlier: so much toilet paper left behind around most places of rest, little plastic wrappers around campsites, and empty glass bottles of alcohol from people who were keen enough to carry them in but not carry them out now that the contents had been consumed, such as I found here at the campsite at Tsusiat Falls, one of the most popular. It is certainly far better than many places around the world, such as when I hiked Kilimanjaro years ago, but, I think it is symptomatic of a greater human problem: the belief that someone else should, and will, clean up after us. This is the mentality of a child, or maybe it is just a human who has been alienated from the Earth and communities from which they were born...to believe that others should, and will, deal with problems that each and everyone of us should never have willingly caused in the first place. This is a call to be better to our natural places, for all of us now and for those yet to come. Let us protect our priceless treasures that took many centuries and millennia (and even millions of years) to build, but can so easily be destroyed over just a few years and decades. Let us enjoy these places in their full natural beauty.
Located in Pacific Rim National Park Reserve, the West Coast Trail was once a life-saving rescue trail for shipwreck survivors that has now turned into one of the premiere coastal backpacking destinations in Canada, if not the world. Its 75kms stretch along the southwestern edge of Vancouver Island between Port Renfrew to the south, and Bamfield to the north. This land is home to the Ditidaht First Nation, along with the Pacheddaht and Huu-ay-aht people. Although tamed by boardwalks, ladders and bridges, the landscape is still wild and rugged. Each day for five days we carefully made our way through the dense forest over the roots and under the canopies of ancient cedars, hemlocks, firs and spruce—living beings, sentinels, that have watched over this land long before you and I, and even our closer ancestors, were born; and we walked along the rocky shelf when the tide pulled out, playfully splashing our way through a thin layer of water as we occasionally stopped to look for anemones, crabs, fish, and even starfish inside the tide pools. For me, this is moving meditation. The air is purer here when I breathe deeply. The forest speaks when I stop to listen. A deeper connection to the great source of life is thrust upon me as I observe the sea lions, the otters, the bald eagles…and, this time, finally, the orcas. It is good to be welcomed here, to a place where I am reminded that we have dominion over no one else, no thing else. There is only a personal appreciation of life…in all its manifestations. hishuk Ish ts’awalk…Everything is one. Coming here always feels like a return to home, a place that a part of my soul was born to but has been separated from by circumstance. It is falling into a dream I’ve dreamt before; a finding of a peace I knew had to exist somewhere on Earth…
In the coming days, I’ll be posting some more photos from this most recent trip, along with the first from my new portraiture project: The People of My Life. Stay tuned!
M59 - #WCT Day 2, Darling to Tsusiat.
Oatmeal for breakfast; never much sun in the morning. Made my way 11km today across some sketchy bridges among other fun bits. Also found the national park red chairs, in a logical place (overlooks the site of where the Valencia went down, which killed 133 and pretty much marked the beginning of a real trail here). After that a picture of the rock bit I walked and fell on. It removed a good bit of skin on my knee... After that more beach walking and wading across a river beside a rising tide (meaning I avoided the cable car bit). That was where I intended to camp (Klanawa) but decided it would be better to press on to Tsusiat and the waterfall. The descent into which was epic... Lots of ladders and boardwalks... Haha. Quite gorgeous.
As I sat there in a hot sun eating an apple this woman came up to me asking if I eat the core. "No..." I said, and handed it to her. She stayed around and we chatted for a bit as this shaggy looking guy and his coworker came up to us (knowing her) and handed us some booze. Fuck yeah, haha. So we hung out around a fire talking about stuff over drinks. The guy had a total change in his life from one of drugs and crime to a good set of careers and family. Wild to hear people and their stories... They have camp near Klanawa and were building the boardwalks just south of the crossing. Lots of nice folk on the trail.
📍Darling River to Tsusiat Falls @ KM 26
Day 2 - Choose your own adventure. A 14 km trek to Tsusiat Falls through a variety of terrain: ladders, boardwalks, river crossing, beach (sand and rock) and the ocean shelf.
Upon arrival we took a dip and clean at Tsusiat Falls 👍🏼
If you are looking for a backpacking experience choose the West Coast Trail. At 75km this was my first multi day trip. Even though at that time it rained (and rained!) it started my obsession with backpacking and I haven’t stopped since.
West coast trail is done and it feels surreal...what amazing beauty we have on this island. Feeling a heart full of gratitude. Especially for @annelisekemp @erin_fairweather @cory_ann_danielle. These girls made the trip a truly wonderful experience even through the most painful feet I’ve ever experienced!! Love u ladies!! 💜💜💜💜💜 #westcoasttrail#tsusiatfalls#girlswhohike#backpacking#experienceofalifetime
West Coast Trail ✅ 75km, 6 nights/7 days, ladders, cable cars, suspension bridges, ocean, forests, beach, fires, rain, sun and endless mud. There is nothing like the feeling of accomplishment after a trip. Great group to do this with; we are all hungry, dirty and happy. I would recommend this hike to everyone (just pack light and pray for sun!).
Day 6: Tsusiat Falls to Darling River (9 km). This is another pretty coastal section, with some spectacular hiking along a ridge looking down onto the rugged beach. We bypassed Darling River camp and continued to Michigan Beach.
Day 5: Cribbs Creek to Tsusiat Falls (17 km). This was our longest day, but there is a food and rest stop at Nitinat Narrows that breaks up the journey. Clocking in at 17km there are no campsites in between so you HAVE to make it, there are no other options. The ocean scenery heading to Tsusiat Falls is outstanding.
Day 4: Walbran Creek to Cribbs Creek (11 km). Almost entirely beach walking. It didn’t rain, but it wasn’t hot, so perfect beach walking conditions. This is a gorgeous stretch and there are hamburgers at Chez Monique’s, a beach shack near km 44. After a evening of rain we needed you day 4!