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Gwendoline Hills Hike

Article & Photo by Ann Snow


They're irresistible. The forests of the Sunshine Coast tantalize, tempt and taunt both avid outdoor enthusiasts and casual hikers. And on this sunny afternoon in early spring, we walked the Gwendoline Hills section.

Traces of a late snowfall still eluded the warming sun but this did not impede our footing on the well-worn trail. The Gwendoline Hills, on the north end of the Sunshine Coast near Lund, run north-south along the Malaspina Peninsula and overlook the Okeover (oh-koh-ver) Inlet. This area represents the essence of the Sunshine Coast Trail with its old growth forests and spectacular views.

A map is indispensable for locating the many access points of the Sunshine Coast Trail. We drove up a dirt road that came within 1km of the south end of the Gwendoline Hills then set out on foot with water, snacks and bear bells. The Trail is identified with red markers on trees and is fairly obvious and easy to follow. We headed north into the Hills at an easy pace breathing the purified air of the majestic wooden wardens, keepers of the Hills. Ancient beyond lifetimes, they looked down on us silently, unbothered by our intrusion.


In short time we too were looking down. Okeover Inlet lay way below us dyed in shifting blues, a ripple in the carpet of green embankment, fishing boats and oyster farms mere dots on the edge of our imaginations. Distant bays and islets were sources of curiosity and speculation. Beyond, the mountains of the Bunster Range competed for our attention still retaining their white winter caps as they bounded eastward beyond our vision.

Like an open window in a stuffy room, the sea breeze revived and enlivened. We sipped and nibbled in awe, humbled by the stunning beauty. Energized by our snacks, we captured a fraction of the wonder on camera before beginning our hushed and contemplative trail home. A mere three-hour hike yet we all slept soundly that night.


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