The wildfire smoke had made the beach a rather smoggy and undesirable place the last couple weeks, so once the smoke cleared it was like rediscovering a lost love. For my dad's last day in town, we went to church, enjoyed lunch al fresco, and then went down to soak up the beauty of sun and sea.
The crazy tides were way out again (some previous posts discuss this phenomena) and dad got to experience the strangeness of walking far out into the channel.
I still can't get over the standing water, sand bars, shallows, reflections, and the general novelty of walking so far out from shore.
We took a break from the beach for afternoon iced coffee and then for dinner at a rooftop pub, then strolled back down to the water for sunset...even with clouds rolling in, a burst of burning sun shot through on the horizon...as we sat there eating wild blackberries from the brambles along the beach. A fittingly sweet and glowing ending for my dad's week in Vancouver.
