I don’t know who Blackie is.
I don’t know why he or she spit.
I do know they named a place after it and it’s in Crescent Beach near White Rock. That’s the name: Blackie Spit.
We had never walked that far down the beach, but we did today.
I love the Fall. The colours, the crisp air, the light.
There was a big flowering bush we found again today. All the flowers are gone at this time of year, but we still knew it was the one….at the very entrance of Blackie Spit that we hadn’t ventured past before. Chris and Max had posed for pictures there dutifully with grandparents and parents on an outing when they were 10ish and 8ish we were guessing.
Today we walked past that bush to a path we had not been on before. A new trail. A new road. A new adventure even. And many more lay ahead.