The Taylor River turns here, next to the road that leads to the west coast of Vancouver Island.
It’s a place of special karma and extreme contrast. It’s peaceful in the summer, as crystal clear
water trickles through smooth channels and pools cut in the rock by rainforest run-off. My daughter
Sarah, here age 10, clambers over the creek stones hunting tadpoles. The stone she’s on lives
15 feet below the surface of the river’s powerful and raging winter face.   Mark Heine