The marsh situated in Pitt Meadows, was poorly signed. The time stipulated at the entrance was incorrect — it took twice as long to circle the entire marsh and I was dressed for the weather rather than the trail.
Wearing shorts, my legs were whipped by grasses along the neglected narrow path. Luckily, there weren’t too many others on the trail because each time I passed someone coming in the opposite direction, one of us had to move off the path.
Still the day was perfect; the sun beat down; and the scenery was spectacular.