Today is Allan’s birthday, so we went on an adventure to surprise him for lunch. Afterward, we took a walk at Roberts Memorial Park – and proceeded to get muddy. Zeke had fun frolicking, even after he slipped on the sandstone. We even ran into (almost literally) two tiny snakes. Thankfully the rain held off until just after we got back to the car. The drive back down home was pretty good. Even with the sections of pouring rain, the hills looked beautiful with the misty clouds tangled in the trees. Not a bad way to spend a Wednesday.
Zeke is Adam’s newly adopted dog. He’s only nine months old, so he still has a bit of growing left to do (!!!). He may still be a puppy, but he did great on our walk down the beach today – despite one or two little dogs taking offense to his presence.) So far I’ve determined he likes to lick you, isn’t sure about large bodies of water (waves are scary), and he can lick the cat food right out of their tunnel feeder. He has skills.
It was a perfect early spring day. Not too warm or cold, and though a few drops fell we avoided major rain. Everything is blooming now, including the hill of daffodils at Beacon Hill Park. Zeke’s a little too energetic to sit still for long, but maybe next year he’ll be calm enough to try a shot of him in the flowers :)
Today was an exploration day with Adam. The sun was out, but the wind was still quite cold. Not that this fuzzy guy seemed to care :) The sandstone beach looks like a strange moonscape (more photos in part two) and is quite slippery in sections. Luckily I think I used all my slipping powers on the icy snow earlier in the day.
I drove back yesterday after an extended visit with family. I was originally going to leave there and go to Vancouver on Friday, but Snowmageddon kept me there all weekend, waiting for safe roads and no blowing snow. Oh well. Yesterday was perfect driving weather, except for the cold (-17 when I left), with clear blue skies most of the way. I’m glad I waited a few days, especially after seeing so many cars off the road in the Fraser Valley.
While there (and pre-snowstorm), I had a photo day with Dad. We shot Warren for a while, then once naptime hit we went out in search of landscapes. It was quite hazy in town, but over the hill in Rose Hill the sky was clear. Beautiful!
And now today is full of flurries, only this time I can enjoy them without thinking about driving through mountains. My garden is buried under several inches of white and seems quite minimalist. It’s coming down almost frantically, heavy and wet. With the wind it’s blowing around so much it sneaks into your coat (brrr), but it’s pretty and I am home so I don’t think I care.
Last week was chilly in Greater Vancouver, but the sunrises and sunsets completely made up for the cold mornings and snow pile parking. This gorgeous sunset was seen from New Westminster.
Bailey managed a visit this weekend, and since today’s forecast was good, we drove out in search of some adventure before heading to the ferry. First stop was Goldstream Park – thankfully sans fish. (Oh, the smell!) The leaves are just beginning to carpet the trails. The trails are flat and even, and perfect for sipping tea, chatting, and taking photos in the middle of walkways. (It wasn’t too busy today, so we weren’t in anyone’s way.)
This morning I held my reflector in my hand and wondered if I would need it. After all, I thought, it’s only a quick drive. A very small adventure, really. Did I really need to bring it with me? (I did. Damn.)
Next we headed up to Koksilah River Park. I only learned of the provincial park last week, and since I had an excuse I wanted to explore a little.
My favourite photo of Bailey today:
Maybe I picked the right day to go up, but holy cats is it ever pretty up there. Aside from the occasional BWAAAAA from the dirt bikes around the area, it was very peaceful. I almost wish I’d taken a blanket for a quick nap listening to the water and the frogs. I have some shot ideas that would involve a friend getting a bit chilly – maybe I can bribe someone with baked goods and a beverage? I will definitely be going back up there, hopefully soon.
Yesterday, a few of us drove out to Kinsol Trestle for an afternoon of portraits. There weren’t as many colourful leaves as we’d hoped for, but by the river was a pocket of colour – enough to make things interesting. A few hours of both silly and serious portraits passed quickly.
I even let someone else hold my camera (thanks to Carly for this photo, and Eric for the one below). I also successfully balanced on a rock without falling in the water. Proof:
Eric rested on a bigger rock. (Portraits and climbing up hills are tiring, dontcha know?)
We even managed a shot of both of us together! (Hard to do on our own usually).
I had so much fun taking photos of everyone (though next time we will have a better meet-up plan. Oops.) We found a few good spots, and rotated out so we all have options. Even Fenrir got in on the action.
I think some of my favourite images are the outtakes, but I’ll leave those for others to post ;) (I hope they do!) I can’t wait till next time.
This past weekend, a few of us headed out to China Beach again to celebrate birthdays with camping. I wasn’t sure it would happen but we actually had sunshine this time! Saturday began with a light rain, which thankfully started just after Eric and I set up the tent and shelter. The site had high points perfectly sized for the tents (both ours and our friends’), so we didn’t wake up in the middle of a lake. The afternoon’s light drizzle was ideal for games of crazy eights and crib with beer or tea in hand.
Sunday morning brought sunshine (woohoo!) so we made our way down the 1km (ish) trail to Second Beach to stretch our legs. The trail is quite steep in places, but the only real danger was Fenrir and his damned logs. He is not satisfied with mere sticks, noooo. Only the finest logs for him! If anything, he forces you to be aware of your surroundings so he doesn’t sneak up behind out and take you out at the knees.
I think the short hike is totally worth the view at the bottom, don’t you?
Because I can never resist sand drawings…
In the late afternoon, more friends showed up to spend some time with the birthday people. One hike was enough for me, so when they all went down to the beach again, I stayed up at the site and treated myself to some knit & read time. [Knit: plain cotton wash cloth. Read: A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle.] The evening brought more crib games (dammit Adam) and the use-up-the-firewood bonfire meant we were all perfectly warm.
I was so damn close to winning (I was red). Futzing crib games. Grr.
By the time morning came, I think we were all very much looking forward to a shower. (I know I was!) I think the worst part about rainy camping is packing up wet gear – along with having to drape tarps and tents all over the house for a few days so everything dries out. Which reminds me, it’s time to put some gear away.
Till next time, xo
As part of our week-long trip inland, Eric and I visited Castlegar. We visited Syringa Provincial Park on Canada Day to get out of the house for a bit. The day was mainly overcast but very warm, hovering around 30c. I forgot to take swim clothes, so I stuck to land. There were enough interesting plants for me to look at though, and Eric skipped every skippable rock on the beach. It was a lovely way to spend a few hours.