Soooooooo this post is a bit late, yeah?
I took a major hiatus from blogging this summer. Since starting my job at the online newspaper in April, I’ve had an incredibly hectic schedule, working 50+ hours a week and commuting 15+ more hours.
And now that I spend 9 hour shifts writing articles on a computer, sitting down to type up more text for a blog hasn’t been at the top of my to do list.
BUT… I’ve realized that I really miss it.
So I’m recommitting myself to getting back onboard!
Here goes it………..
In April I visited my cousins in Vancouver, British Columbia.
We went for an afternoon to this little town called White Rock, named after a giant white boulder on the beach.
The town borders Semiahmoo Bay, which is really fun to say. Try it….. See?
Semiahmoo in Salish (the local native tribe) means “half moon”, used to describe the shape of the bay.
Another fun word? Glaciation.
That’s what caused the big white boulder (a glacial erratic in scientific terms) to migrate to it’s current home.
It weighs 486 tons and is quite impressive to look at, to be honest!
My little cousin Sidney loved digging around in the wet sand — it’s amazing how the simplest things can often entertain children the most!
Then, we had a blast going on a ‘pretty pebble hunt’, looking for the most interesting and unique rocks we could find.
Ever since I was little, my dad and I would go on scavenger hunts at the beach in Newport or Huntington down where I’m from in Orange County. On each beach trip he would find his favorite little stone and hold on to it, keeping it in his pocket for months or sometimes years at a time.
The stone he currently carries he picked up on one of our walks a few years ago. Its designs remind us of the beautiful ancient cave paintings in Lascaux, France. I love that he carries it with him at all times.
After looking around at the various colors and shapes that riddled the foggy beach, we eventually made our way over to THE namesake rock.
After admiring the massive feature, standing in it’s solitary glory, we walked back towards the long wooden pier.
At the end of the pier is where my cousin Johnny proposed to my now(favorite)cousin Erica.
You could take a tip out of Johnny’s book of romance and dance on the pier in the moonlight… just putting it out there.
While we didn’t stop for any food in White Rock, I spotted numerous fish n chips restaurants and gelato cafes that looked to die for!
If you’re in the area, I highly recommend a stop at this quaint little beach.
Just a hop, skip and a jump over the American-Canadian border and you’re there!
See below, the trees on the opposite side of the bay? That’s Amurica! Told you it was close.