The pictures don't do it justice. It's incredible and sad at the same time! From Prospect Point to The Teahouse it's like the sky opened up and all the trees fell like dominoes.
I'm hoping to go back and take a picture of the boys in front of a root mound the size of a three story house. Something they can show their grandchildren. Jack can say he was born the year Stanley Park was partly decimated during a wind storm.