highlights

I wander around the Pachena beach waiting for the visitor center to open. It opened at around 9:30am.

After a mandatory 30 minutes briefing, I started my trail on Sunday 10:30am June 22nd 2003 from Pachena Beach Trail Head.

Dead star fish at Pachena Beach

Arrived Pachena lighthouse at around 2:00 pm

Michigan steam chimney.

In the early 1900's, if a ship wanted to commit suicide, they would probably choose the West Coast Trail area. It has nice views and dangerous rocks, best way to end a ship's life. Thus it's called the graveyard of the West Coast.

Tidal pool or similar things. Often you can find some sea life inside, if not, at least you can find your own image printed on the water surface.

Arrive Tsusiat fall at around 8:00pm. I camped at Tsusiat Fall. It was a very good camp site.

Tsusiat means ("Water fall") so "Tsusiat Fall" means "Water Fall Fall".

Waves of West Coast Trail, now I see how the ships sank. Hike along the beach, one need to take care of the tide table. But most of them have generous allowance except for Owen Point which is only passable below 1.8 meter (but it has a nice and easy inland alternative).

The four German hikers pass everyone and set out for the Tsusiat Point. They walked very fast.

A father and daughter team from Victoria lagged behind me first but soon passed me because I was tired from yesterday's walking.

I walked close to the birds and they tried to attack me. Wow, they are fierce. I probably accidentally stepped into their private properties.

The view along the beach side is always beautiful.

A tree tunnel, nice.

A tree stump.

The cheewee water is not drinkable (it means pee)

Walking on the beach is easy and relaxing. My walking stick seemed more of a burden than helping.

Sandra is Monique's daughter. She is building a house near Monique's house. She didn't seem to mind living along the beach. The Nacho was nice. Some kids from Victoria helped me to finish that.

Crab with stars near monique's place

Carmanah lighthouse. They welcome visitors.

The Father and Daughter team walked ahead of me (they woke up way earlier). I didn't mind walking slowly, the view was nice.

I think Walbran creek is the best camp site. I got a very nice view of the cave. It's better than any hotels. So far, my walking sticks hadn't been useful (before Walbran, they were simply dead weights). My gators had already been fully utilized. There's no shortage of muds along the trail.

Climbing down some ladders to logan creek.

crossing the suspension bridge of Logan.

Climbing up the many ladders along Cullite creek. They are not too bad. Ladders are much nicer to climb than steps.

Crows are aggressive. They have evolved into a stage that's capbable of opening closed backpacks.

I missed the tide when crossing Owen Point, so I trace back after setting up my camp at Thrasher Cove.

fogs are always beautiful and welcomed, as long as they don't bring rains.

It's like a magical cloud.

waves and waves, water are nice.

walking in the woods, no view and trail is hard.

Finally I reached the goal on Friday 2:15pm June 27th, 2003. A six day trip is done.

After I checked in to the motel and taking a shower, I wander around Port Renfrew, looking at the boats.