Pacific Rim National Park Reserve

Pacific Rim National Park Reserve is a Canadian national park reserve in British Columbia made up to have with parks of three separate regions: Long Beach, the Broken Group Islands, and the West Coast Trail. The entire park encompasses 511 km² (197 sq mi) of land and ocean. The park is characterized by rugged coasts and lush temperate rainforests. The park is open from mid-March until mid-October.

Read more about Pacific Rim National Park Reserve:  Geography, Long Beach, Broken Group Islands, West Coast Trail

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