This is what White Rock natives call "when the tide is a little way out." When it is a long way out, it leaves lots of tide pools where summer toddlers sit, splash, play and discover sea creatures. I was one of them once, and I remember.
When the tide was all the way in, brave swimmers liked diving from the far end of the White Rock pier, even in mid-winter for the New Year's Day polar bear swim. I wonder if they still do that.
The unfittie with her highly-recommended big beige golf umbrella to protect herself from the sun, even though she wears her Tilley hat. Here I'm sitting on a log at Crescent Beach, my favorite beach in South Surrey, BC.
My good friend Penelope Puddle, she of the magic umbrella and adventurous spirit, showed photos of the South Surrey beaches in her contribution to My World Tuesday today, making this third-generation British Columbian homesick for the smell of the ocean, the seaweed, the rocks warmed by the sun, the sand exposed by the tide...
Homesick, even though I'm in my home right now, at my own computer. My world encompasses the west coast of BC, the dry interior of BC, and now the prairie of southeastern Alberta.
So I knew I had to post some pictures of the coast as well. I love the outgoing tide, the incoming tide, the pier in White Rock in spite of the parking meters, the long views from the point at Ocean Park, the up-close feel of the beach at Crescent, and the sound of seagulls.
Because I have an allergic reaction to sun exposure (red bumps and red welts, ugh) I try to remember to carry a sunshade, or to wear a hat, or both, as you can see here. I've mentioned in some chapters of this blog how grateful I have been for the huge beige umbrella I bought online from Umbrellastand in Astoria, Oregon, and other pictures have appeared of me in the Tilley hat I've had for nearly 30 years. I also like breezy long-sleeved shirts and slacks in lightweight cotton or crinkle cotton for keeping out the sun.
But sometimes I forget all of the above, and luxuriate in the sounds and smells and sights of the sea. I love it so much I don't even think the train running right through the area is a nuisance. It is all part of the west coast of my world.
You can see parts of other people's worlds at My World Tuesday at