The next time you find yourself happily lost in Roberts Creek, stuffed with lunch at the Gumboot, wander on down the road towards the mighty Pacific. Over the bridge, past the spawning salmon, and out onto the old pier. What a view! The old photos easily lull you into an early 1900’s perspective of the coast. What it must have looked like with a four mile long flume ending right here. Cedar shingle bolts flying down the shoots to the sea to awaiting ships. Makes you shiver thinking about how hard that job must have been. Slogging it out in the rainforest without Gortex and wicking clothing, the gales off the Pacific whipping against your face. Brrrr. Back to the Gumboot for a hot chocolate and cookie I go :)
