This is a shot of a river that winds along the logging road enroute to my favourite spot on earth. Bamfield. I have been going there since I was 8 years old. When I can't sleep I imagine walking down the path to Brady's Beach (before it was a road). There was a swamp full of skunk cabbage at the half way mark and then tiny streams that would cascade down the rocks into the ferns as you got closer. I always picked huckleberries. You would smell the ocean and hear the waves crashing well before you could see the beach. And there was this little house right at the end of the  trail. I never knew the person who lived there, but I dreamed of that little house.