Be The Best.

Resting during flight.

Although the winter weather is pounding eastern Canada and the US, the upper west coast of North America has been relatively mild…so far.  With a few absolutely spectacular days in Vancouver over the Christmas break, it was a great opportunity to get out to Blackie Spit for a walk.

I’ve posted a previous blog about this place, adjacent to Crescent Beach, and if you can find the time to grab a coffee or tea and head out for a walk, this is an amazing place.  Don’t forget your camera.

My Mom loves the ocean and with my Mom and Dad down for a few days over Christmas, this was a great mini trip here in the Lower Mainland.

Take a look at the words on the sign. 

‘Imagine this oasis if you were resting during flight.’

Blackie Spit is the home to over 200 species of birds on their migratory routes in fall and spring.

I thought those were interesting words as I reflected on our journey on the new normal pathway and the need to rest during flight.

In many ways, I think that’s what the holidays are supposed to be about. A rest. Not a final place, but a pit-stop along the way. A chance to reflect, eat a whole lot, relax a bit and then get ready to fly again.

I love that last line as well, ‘as you wonder at its beauty, enjoy the sights and sounds; make sure to breathe the salty breeze the wind whips around’.

Two points.

First point: Not sure when the Surrey Parks Board or a Nature Society began to hire poets to write their sign info, but I like it!!

Second point: Resting during flight and feeling the salty breeze that the wind whips around is really great advice.

Burnaby towers under the North Shore Mountains
Mom and Dad on a little walk.
Be The Best.

Blackie Spit

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.