By Brenna Owen THE CANADIAN PRESS Trees of breathtaking size surround us, draped with moss and lichen, as droplets of water sparkle on the tips of endless foliage. Decaying fallen trees have created a multi-layered understory that ensnares our group, until a fern-lined stream bed offers a clearer path toward our goal, a mass of silvery wood that vanishes, then reappears, fleeting in the kaleidoscope of green. Self-described “big-tree nerd” Colin Spratt, 28, has a knack for spotting the shadowy grey bark indicating an ancient western red cedar. He points out a promising shape. “That could be it, right? It’s giving me that timeless, silver wall,” he says. “These little pinholes of light are painting the picture of something incredible.” Ahead of us stands a red cedar of mythic proportions…
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