Just a late afternoon stroll in October.
It’s a storybook-quality forest, with winding trails that lead you through tangles of hemlock, cedar, fir and pine trees, and large swaths of sword ferns overtaking the dark floor.
One hundred years ago, this island was nearly stripped bare by logging; our shorelines and lagoons are laden with piles of aged driftwood the size of trees.
But here in the quiet is rejuvenation.
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Down in Jakles Forest, 3, 2, 1, 6, c. 2012