Sometimes I forget the treasures right under my nose. One gem, is five minutes drive from my home — Port Moody’s Rocky Point Trail.
Bikers career a path twenty metres from the sea, while hikers spy the vista right next to Burrard Inlet. Trees filter the sunlight so it’s usually cool during summer. Visual feasts lurk at every corner — bleeding hearts, skunk cabbage, tall cedars and heron stalking the mud flats or nesting.
Each time I hike the trail, there’s a point that draws me like a magnet. I veer off the main path as if sleep walking and head to the old mill site. When Europeans first settled in the area, they cut down cedar for lumber, which is why the forest growth isn’t much more than one hundred years old. Timber was transported to one of the two mills, both of which later burned down. All that remains are a few stone skeletons, a brick path that’s covered at high tide, and stumps from a pier that once protruded into the sea.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve hiked this trail throughout the seasons, and I’m sure I’ll hike it countless times more.
From here to there 
This reminds me that I haven’t taken a walk along there in a very long time. I’m retiring in a few more months & plan to make up for lost time.
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Excellent news. I might run into you there
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