It was fifteen years ago - I was looking for a place to live - when a chance invitation from a friend found me on Salt Spring Island. Even before leaving the ferry there was a sense of destiny that told me that this was it! There was instant rapport between us, myself and the island.
So it is with revulsion and horror that I view the ruthless destruction of such a large lovely area of our Paradise. We have no say. There is so much at stake. It is not that I am against all logging, it is the manner in which it is done and the butchers who cut and run leaving desolation in their wake. Five thousand precious acres stripped of life and loveliness - gone forever.