Gulf Islands National Park Reserve
The northern end of the island (including Sidney Spit, a sandspit) is part of the Gulf Islands National Park Reserve. It was formerly the Sidney Spit Marine Park under provincial jurisdiction.
Sidney Spit is accessible by the privately operated walk-on passenger ferry that runs between the Sidney Pier (in Sidney) and Sidney Spit during the summer months.
Sidney Spit is known for its sandy beaches and backcountry camping. Wildlife is abundant on Sidney Spit, as this island is an important resting spot for migrating shorebirds.
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