Botanical Beach and it’s tide pools are one of our favorite hikes. It was relaxing compared to Parkinson Creek Trail which we were all hurting from the day before. By the tide pools, we rock scrambled a little to get to the other beach that connects to the trail. It was a nice change of pace climbing along the shore.
Botanical Beach is 2 hours drive from Victoria and part of the Juan de Fuca Trail. Since we stayed in Port Renfew, we were able to sleep in just a bit before we headed out. We took our sweet time getting to the tidepools. We lingered on the paths because Toni was hunting for mushrooms and banana slugs to photograph.
The weather wasn’t wet enough for mushrooms and banana slugs to be out in large numbers. It was unseasonably dry when we were there.
There is a resident bear and her cubs that reside here but we didn’t have any luck spotting them. She came out a few weeks before and a few days after we left. Nature was playing hard to get with us this trip.
The water was crystal clear in the tidepools. I felt really bad walking around them because they have snail shells everywhere and I didn’t want to crush them. Low tide is the time of day to come and see one of the many wonders of earth, a tiny world within our world.
You can see anemones, mussels, snails, fish, larvae, and other life.
Don’t fall in the tide pools, this can be a very stinky affair. Toni fell in a little while taking pic and made her shirt smell really fishy. It can also be really slippery walking around here so be careful.
Killer and grey whales can sometimes be spotted off shore. We didn’t see any.
The park has trails of all difficulties, we took the easy ones.
Shale and quartz that marble through basalt rock, the terrain is very scenic.
We weren’t able to get a good picture of the bald eagle.
To learn more about Botanical Beach click here.
Just a funny moment: On this trip at this beach, Toni and I were talking. I was saying something about my cousin who lives in Southeast Asia part time, travels all over there by himself, and tells me it’s safe for me to go by myself. Then I reflected upon another guy I know who thinks it’s safe for us, his wife and I to travel to any neighborhood in NYC by ourselves. I said something like, “Some guys really annoy me because they don’t seem to understand it’s not safe being a woman. As a woman you can’t just go anywhere, you always have to watch out for yourself, they don’t get followed going home, they don’t have unwanted weird interactions with creepy guys, etc.” Toni said something in understanding, I don’t remember what exactly. Then I said, “It’s really scary getting followed. It annoys me that guys give out such stupid advice to women. They don’t deal with what we deal with.” Toni responded, “And you’re scared of this,” waving to the ocean and the woods. I nodded yes and she said, “You’re such a city person.”
Good point Toni! She really had me thinking – I can handle feeling not safe in the city but I need a lot of hand holding on ledges with no rails along and on plank bridges. Head scratch moment. Then I realized, the city is my woods (think of buildings as trees because our trees are tiny compared to the forests we’ve been to) and my dangers aren’t wild animals, it’s predatory people. We have our similarities with our rural areas and our differences. If we look and reflect, we can see some similarities but they have different twists. Where we grow up shapes us but doesn’t mean we can’t adapt. I’m having fun getting out of my comfort zone and enjoying things I used to be afraid of.