This is Grady's flat railbed country. Any railroad that ever ran here was a funicular. By day's end our little day jaunt was the equivalent of Sidney to Duncan, only over the Malahat 3 times, all in the mid-90's. A good bit of the time we were hopelessly lost, and every remote farm house had a pack of rabid dogs crashing into feeble fences in an effort to get at us. Not conducive to asking directions. It was, however, beautiful country, much of it National Park, and back at the hotel we all fell into the pool. Thank goodness for Daryl's " suggestion" that we get a pool.
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