|Crescent Beach was "my beach" when I was a child visiting my grandparents.|
I loved to see the ocean, and the mountains above the city of Vancouver in the distance
Sometimes British Columbia, Canada, where I was born, surprises me.
I was born on "The Wet West Coast" but grew up in the near-desert dry of BC's Okanagan Valley. When I finished high school, however, my father moved us all, lock, stock, cat, and dog to their favourite place: White Rock, B.C.
|Crescent Beach near White Rock, BC, here facing|
the town of Blaine, Washington
Eventually I became used to the dampness
of coastal living
but I suspected it wasn't really
for me even though I loved the ocean, the ins and the outs of it, and I loved to see the greenery.
Everything is green on the B.C. coast and I, in particular, if not both of us, loved the lush look of it.
When my husband and I travelled from our home on the Canadian prairie and over the Rocky Mountains to the coast for a visit with my family, I loved it all anew. For a while I even ignored the pain in my old aching body!
I cannot say we saw no rain, because there were a couple of hours on two different days when we got wet but we saw much to love in the greenery, especially on sunny days when it contrasted so well with a blue sky.
(Our return trip through the Rockies is a whole 'nother story, to be kept for another day.)
We stayed in Langley (above and below) for easy access to Vancouver
although we never really got as far as the city
|The tall evergreens were blowing in the wind this day as Dick walked|
our Bonnie-Belinda in the dog-designated area outside our hotel
Best of all, the sun was shining through a pastel blue sky!
Photos by Kay Davies and Richard Schear
Posting today for Fiona's marvellous meme