This is a tribute to my dear friend Paul Straat who told me about this amazing place. It is a First Nations historical site and a sacred place not only to the First nations People but also my self. The hoodoos are as endless as the waves in the ocean. They guard years of spiritual ceremonies. They keep polishing and shaping with every breeze and every gust of wind. They are a proof of the slow and steady invisible force. They are an aspiration to us in tenacity and persistence.
Walk with me
(Without leaving the couch.)