Last week, while even here on the island, even on the beaches, the air felt like the breath of an angry dragon, I headed north, hoping for a bit of coolness. I found it, up in Port McNeil; the skies were grey, the wind soft, sprinkling gentle drops of rain over the trees. Ahhh!
Partway there, between Woss and the southern tip of Nimpkish Lake, where the sun still shone, I stopped at a clearing beside the highway. A sign called it a viewpoint, but there was nothing to see but trees and cliffs. Through a gap in the trees, I caught glimpses of a pool below, too small to be called a lake, and have a name.
But there were flowers dancing in the wind, and lichen, and mosses. Who needs a view?
|Daisy and grasses|
|It must be the wind and the clean air this far from "civilization"; there's no dust on the flowers, even just beside the highway|
|Pink flowers, with 6 petals, opposite, long leaves, on stems about a foot tall.|
I couldn't find these flowers in either of my guides. And they're confusing: look at these others:
|Salal flowers. Always so delicate!|
|The native trailing blackberry, Rubus ursinus. The ripe berries will be black, but small and scarce. And delicious.|
I'll leave the lichen and moss, and an even tinier flower, for tomorrow.