Near the end of the road, we passed Finn Slough, and stopped for a few minutes.
Downstream exit, through the rain-spotted windshield.
Soggy field across the road on the mainland, with a bit of cheerful colour. Rapeseed, I think.
Dinner Plate Island School. That's what the sign says.
This house reminds me of the typical north Vancouver Island houses of my childhood; cedar shakes down to high water level, pilings, green mold.
Lookout tower. From the road, we could see out the window on the far side.
Most of the deciduous trees here still have green leaves. (At home, my maple is almost bare.) There are fruit trees along the crest of the island, (barely 100 metres wide, at low tide) and native flowering shrubs, Indian plum, ninebark, black twinberry, and the like; wetland plants. And, of course, the ever-present weed alders. Around the tower house, the shrubbery is elderberry, the first to lose its leaves, wild rose bushes bearing small red hips, and head-high grass.
We were getting rain on the cameras. Time to go home. But first, a quick sampling of Finn Slough quirkiness:
Bicycle on the roof, under the eaves. An oldie; foot brakes and no gears.
King of the Jungle; white stone touched up with lichen,and with a shiny bracelet in lieu of a crown.