After all the posts about my trip around Europe and home to the Charlottes via Hawaii, I’m ready to come back to the present. However, it’s ironic that I begin to take up my “pen” again with a post that is a result of a visit from the friend in France who showed us Fougères and Mont Saint Michel. I hadn’t seen my friend since those days 36 years ago although we wrote to each other through all those years.
This year she decided that it was time for a face-to-face meeting, and I entertained her and her travel companion by showing them some of the sights on Vancouver Island; places I hadn’t bothered to visit since I was 16 years old.
Some of the oldest trees on the island stand at Cathedral Grove in MacMillan Provincial Park between Parksville and Port Alberni, just at the west end of Cameron Lake. The paths are well groomed and trodden down by hundreds of thousands of feet each year.
As I walked these paths, feeling very tiny under the giant trees, I heard a mix of languages such as you might hear at an international airport. People had come from everywhere in the world to see these enormous, old firs and cedars.
Not only is it the largest tree in this grove, but it is also the oldest. Can you imagine what this tree has seen in its 800 years of existence? It would have been just a toddler in the days of Robin Hood, King John, and the signing of the Magna Carta. Columbus hadn’t even “sailed the ocean blue” yet. The toddler was well over 200 years old when that event took place. The mind boggles!