I’ve spent many a day (and some nights, too) bushwhacking through BC’s old growth forests. Every time I have entered one of these amazing places, I have never failed to be awed, delighted – and sometimes a little terrified.
Walking into one of BC’s ancient tall tree forests is like entering a building, where everything is just a little surreal. One’s senses are treated to a different kind of light, different smells, tastes, sounds and colours. Even time seems to roll out strangely as each ancient tree, river-polished stone, or mossy nurse log reminds you of your own too-short life span on this Earth. Spend more than a few days and nights backpacking in an ancient forest and even your dreams change. Lamp-posts morph into tree trunks, roads become animal trails, rooms become dark forest glades. It’s pretty cool.
