I thought I would continue with the black and white theme of the previous post.
We often visit Brooks point (in the previous post) and Gowlland Point on the same days as they are so close to each other and the drive seems so long from our house. On a tiny island you’d say “How far can that drive really be?”. Fact is our house is on the furthest tip south of North Pender Island, which means to get to South Pender Island we literally have to drive half way up the island to cross the little one way bridge to then travel all the way down to the bottom of Pender Island. Add to the outing twisty roads, deer darting out and a speed limit of 50 km/h, and you tend to make sure you are going to spend the afternoon on South Pender. (The price of gas on the island also means you make “economical” trips….but that is another story!)
Here is Gowlland Point. Enjoy!
The above picture of a driftwood creation has a bit of a story. Our children built this back in the fall. Each time we have gone back to the beach it has still been there, even months later. We find this remarkable.
This isn’t the first time we has witnessed how “untouched” Pender is. Last spring we were climbing on rocks that contain rock pools by our house when all of a sudden my daughter shouts out “I found my mitten!” My husband and I reply “Are you sure?”. She proudly held up a very dirty, but definitely hers, grandma-made mitten. Our next question was “When did you lose it?” knowing I had not seen the mitten in ages. Her reply, “I think Thanksgiving.”, which is in October here in Canada. Somehow this yellow mitten had sat for months and months on the rock, located just high enough to not be swept out with the tides. Wow. I just can’t imagine that happening anywhere else.