We can't really travel that much, so I dug out some poems from previous travels. I hope it gives you a feel for these places.

Witty's Lagoon

cool forest march
breathe mist
get the gist
prehistoric machination
giant fern fascination
mossy acer macrophyllum
look up! 
smell the ocean

tide is out
sit on driftwood
unwrap your subway lunch
skip in muddy sand
wade in cold brine
feel the sea
algae encrusted dream

Kal Lake

claim spot 
jump off dock 
hang your feet
d a n g l e

check SPF 
sun your back 
grab a snack 
build sandcastle

water in moat
stare at mountains 
eat a freezie 
cool your heels 
hop in lake—

Kalamalka, it is.

Boughton Bay

Sky reflected in sea 
a dusty red-hued sunset, 
like the island soil itself.

Heron stands on sandbar,
neck majestic,
extending into 
salty horizon.

Lighthouse stands 
sentry over bay; 
campfire roars and 
smoke rises from pit, 
meeting ocean air.

Views spectacular 
but people even more, 
memories will last 
like seaglass,
weathered but 
never erased—

this gentle island,
indeed.

Lac Edja

Sunlight glinted off the lake; 
crooked, but perfect dock. 
Weathered by rain and wind, 
witness to pleasures of 
bygone cottagers.

Last remnants of western sun 
descend upon the treeline. 
Waves lap at rowboat; 
black, chipped wooden seats,
knotty plywood staring at 
my constitutional element.

Rays fire off at perpendicular 
passes, break through 
greyish puffs of clouds; 
the leaves speak volumes 
at lac Edja—

crooked, but perfect dock.