A little flashback to my Vancouver Island trip. Wow, what a beach this was on Nootka Island. I navigated into it through a punishing set of breakers on the outside, only to find a complicated and treacherous reef on the inside... and this after being absolutely battered and deep fried by the rebound surf for 30 miles prior. But once on the beach, heavenly place for lunch. After scarfing a PB&J sandwich and some Kind bars, off I went. I spent 20 minutes on that beach, but I've spent many an afternoon there in the white sand isolation in my imagination and memory since then... Some places do that to you. You visit them and leave, but they never leave you.