My better half and I decided to spend the weekend biking
around beautiful Galiano Island. Our first morning of the trip
was free of planning so what better way to tempt fate than with
the roll of some Zufall dice? We laid out the parameters and
gave it a go. The final result- a 9km journey west, almost to
one end of the island. Upon inspection of the map we noticed our
destination took us to what seemed like a dead end on the map-
how intriguing.
Nicola and I loaded up our respective mountain
bike packs with a light lunch and set off on our random journey.
After traveling for a while through some hilly meadows
overlooking the ocean we came to a locked gate and a sign marked
“Private Road”. We were nearly at our 9km finish and two things
crossed our minds- Zufall knows no boundaries and where did this
blocked off road lead? The road was beautifully paved, yet
overgrown with bushes on each side, brimming with canary-yellow
flowers. It was obvious no cars had traveled on it for years
(how could they with the iron gate locked for who knows how
long). Needless to say we hit out Zufall destination and kept
right on going. After about 4 more kilometres the mystery had
been solved. The road led us right to the entrance to Dionisio
Point Provincial park- a gem in the crown of B.C. destinations-
a rocky headland flanked by sandy beaches, two splendid bays, a
rustic campground and of course beach access only.
Our day consisted of munching fruit and rice cakes while sprawled out in
the sun on bizarre sandstone cliffs that hug one of the pristine
bays of the park. We listened only to the waves lapping against
the rocks and the occasional raven squawking in the trees.
Nicola and I packed up that day and took one final look at our
hidden treasure before pedaling back to civilization. We later
found out the road had been built for a new development planned
on the island many years ago but the island inhabitants would
have none of it so after much protest the deal fell through but
the road stayed. And what’s the point you ask? Had it not been
for a simple roll of the dice we would have merely settled for a
simple ride in the country instead of a Saturday afternoon
adventure.