This past weekend we stopped at a small lake side rest stop and walked along an old wooden pathway that follows the main highway to the mountains along the BC coast.(You can see the old wooden pathway in the last image.) Around the path trees grow out from the fallen boulders and seem to spring from nowhere, making them seem to be part of a stage set.. The light coming from the direction of the highway casts a wonderful shadow of the woodlands against the large broken rocks. Nothing seems real here, it seems more like a dream of such a place rather than the place itself.