A Cold and Windy Day Part 2

 

After being housebound for most of last week with a bad head cold, it was great to get outside again, even though it was bitterly cold. I was dressed warmly enough and even managed to expose my hands a few times to take a few photos. These are Euphorbia plants, a nice green just in time for St. Patrick's day.

 

The tide was on its way out, and whitecaps were pretty. For a sunny day in White Rock, people were staying away in droves. It was more or less abandoned. Even the restaurants were empty.

 

The beach that beckons in summer, repels in winter.

 

Could one ever go to White Rock and not photograph the white rock? It was fairly glowing in the brilliant sunshine this day.

 

The guard bear stands watch.

 

Rebellious me crawled onto the railway tracks for this worm's eye view when I saw the sign "Stay Off The Tracks" Had I not flattened myself to the old railway ties at the last second, the train would have crushed me like a peanut. As it was, only the shirt on my back was ripped off. Well, that is what the sign is all about, is it not? I suppose some people are too stupid to stay off the tracks when the train is coming so they have to put up the sign. Probably to avoid law suits because when someone is drunk they will not see or heed the sign anyway.

 

We then drove further west and a bit north to Crescent Beach and it was even worse there, for wind and cold. The bay was so churned up that as you can see, it is thick with mud. Well, we did get some sun and some Vitamin D but I hope not a relapse of the cold I just got rid of.

A Windy and Cold Day Part 1

 

Checking the weather map in the morning, we decided that heading west and south was our best bet for finding some sunshine yesterday.

 

Knowing from experience that there is always a wind chill factor at White Rock, we brought a variety of jackets, vests, hats, gloves, and other diverse clothing layers.

 

The wind was fierce and bitterly cold but we bundled up and hoped that the brilliant sunshine and the fact that it is mid-March would somehow make the promenade walk bearable.

 

We walked the street, where it is more sheltered, all the way west and then with the wind at our backs and pushing us so hard we had to apply the brakes, we walked along the water on the way back.

 

The whitecaps were beautiful in the sun and it was a glorious day, but for the cold.

Between a Rock and ..... a Rock

This is what one might call a funny/scary photo. I borrowed it from my sister. What is copyright between family members? The photo was taken in Joshua Tree Park in Southern California this January. Ron, my brother-in-law is a rock monkey and that he should be pinned by a falling boulder would not surprise me. That his head is hard enough to withstand the weight of this fifty ton rock would not surprise me either. That he would get his head stuck between these rocks just for a photo op would not surprise me either. What would really surprise me is if my sister would not comment on this post.  

  

  

Rock Climber

I have hiked many mountain trails over the years, but would never consider myself a mountain climber or a rock climber. And yet, once a year there is a very large rock pile in my life that has to be scaled. There are many pitfalls, outcrops, crevasses, and few handholds, but somehow I make it to the top. Without safety ropes or harnesses, I have come to within a few feet of the crest, where, while peering over the precipitous edge, I see a cool drink and a relaxing hammock which awaits those who endure. On Monday, my accountant, who is an accomplished mountaineer, will haul me over the edge, I will pay him handsomely, and I will once more bask in the freedom from income tax worries, at least until next April.