Gowlland Tod 51/1 week

Lovely friends too numerous to list.

Had I remembered that this was the park where we began our quest to hike for 52 weeks, I would have waited a week and made it our last. How appropriate it would have been to book end our entire commitment with the same park. It wasn't until we hiked through here that we realized this was the place that started it all. Mark and I were hiking here January of 2010 and discussed how embarrassing it was that we lived 5 minutes from here and had never hiked it. It is unfortunate that we are so busy in our lives that we live in an incredible area yet had not spent the time to explore it. So a commitment was born; to hike someplace in the area once a week for a full year.

Trail head of Gowlland Tod

The raging Tod Creek swollen from the rain.

I love this candid photo catching everyone doing something different.

There still is not a lot to say about this park that I haven't already said. Except that it is a such a popular one that there are always hikers and walkers here. The day that we hiked actually felt rather crowded and the trails were packed with people. This is never a problem since its hard to be on a hike in beautiful British Columbia and be in a bad mood so everyone is pretty jolly.

On this hike we traveled a secondary trail that wound alongside the creek. It was on this portion that we discovered an interesting archeological collection. An enormous amount of junk was lined up on a wall; fragments of pottery, old shoe leather, pieces of rusty tin.

The display of junk that has been found in the park.

We marvelled as we filed by.

A rare partial ice-over of the inlet.

Mark snapped this close up of the crystals of ice on a bridge.

This is an old United States Postal jeep that we were excited to see.
We were even more excited to see the license plates from our home state, Illinois.

Marlen preparing one of the many pizzas that evening as we ended our adventure with food.