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.
This past weekend Eric and I went camping with Team Adventure. Bailey, Geoff, Sarah, and Anthony came over from Vancouver and set up at China Beach campground on Thursday. Eric and I met up with them on Friday after work. The forecast was for 10-15mm of rain, so we made sure to bring our sun shelter and a tarp. And lots of blankets; I learned from last time.
It didn’t take long to begin relaxing that night. Much of the area is a cellular dead spot, so there were no emails or notifications to create stress. I had pre-cooked pasta for us to heat up as a quick dinner, and Team Adventure made burgers. We had enough time for s’mores before the rain started. Before long, the light drizzle became a true rainfall. At least we had shelter and tea! I went to bed early, having woken up bright and early and had a gym day. The others stayed up. I didn’t sleep well in the pouring rain (so loud!) so I was still awake when the guys, full of “cheer” came back from a late night walk. Let’s just say there were shenanigans…
Oops. Someone rolled over when they shouldn’t have.
Saturday was wet and miserable. I call bs on the weather forecast. I later found out that Vancouver had the highest rainfall of the year so far.
*Here you can see Lake Adventure after it dissipated slightly.
Smiling despite the rain.
Thankfully I packed extra pants, though Eric didn’t. He retreated to the tent and blanket pile for the last half of the day to warm up and read. Since none of us really wanted to go for a walk to the beach in the wet, it was a fairly low key day of reading and colouring and whittling (and a jelly bean eating contest – but I’ll let Bailey tell you about that!)
Each time I thought it couldn’t rain harder, it did.
On a side note, holy crap our tent is amazing. It has been thoroughly rained on and sat in a puddle, but only let a tiny bit of water in. (Likely because the ground was too hard to put all the pegs in.) Totally worth it.
Saturday evening the rain tapered off (such a relief) so Bailey and I went for a walk to stretch. The night was much calmer, and I slept easier without the sound of heavy rain.
We woke Sunday to a beautiful sunrise shining through the tall trees. I think it improved everyone’s moods! The drier night certainly made packing up the tents and tarps a little less messy. Regardless of the weather, I say this trip was a success! I can only hope that next time we go, it’s dry. In my dreams, probably ;)
Last Saturday was my birthday and rather than have the traditional pub night I decided to camp at French Beach. In March. (I know.) Most places I’ve lived have been far too cold or snowy this time of year for me to even think about camping. Having lived on the island for a few years, I figured it was time I gave it a shot.
Saturday afternoon was wonderful. The sun came out, the wind was low, and the beach was full of crashing waves. A few of us went for a walk down to the beach and threw branches for Fenrir. (No mere sticks for him!)
Photo from Bailey.
Photo from Bailey
I am so glad I took my fuzzy hat and my stormy shawl. That was a brisk breeze! After getting chilled it was definitely time to head back for the campfire (and perhaps beer). As we settled around the firepit, steam rose off Fenrir, who sat as close as he could without singeing his fur.
Duff’s coat kept him fairly warm, but the hood kept flipping into his eyes, poor dude. (Speaking of keeping warm, I love that 5 of us were wearing things I knit to keep warm. Wearing knit gifts is an excellent way to get more of them <3)
It was an awesome evening of hotdogs, cake, marshmallows, beer, and friends. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate turning 30!
The night, however, was absolutely freezing. One the plus side, our tent kept us dry! Now it can be put away until it’s much, much warmer at night. The end.