“I loved every bit of it—no boundaries, no beginning, no end, one continual shove of growing—edge of land meeting edge of water, with just a ribbon of sand between. Sometimes the ribbon was smooth, sometimes fussed with foam. Trouble was only on the edges; both sea and forests in their depths were calm and still. Virgin soil, clean sea, pure air, vastness by day, still deeper vastness in dark when beginnings and endings join.”
EMILY CARR, Growing Pains: An Autobiography

“But be warned... this outer edge of Canada is lonely, exciting, and unforgettable. It is a disease. It may fill your comfortable life with restlessness.”
R.M.O. MCMINN, Island Events, June 20, 1952