I visit this Provincial Park often when I go to the Island and the old growth forest have a mystique as they're the sentinels of time. There's a community of ferns, mosses, lichens and fungae on mostly all the trees and even the dead standing ones and the beauty is overwhelming. These huge trees are hundreds and even some are almost a thousand years old and all stand proudly as I hike quietly through them. The peace which fills the air is identical to that of a Cathedral with its high vaulted ceilings and the worshippers below praying religiously to God.
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