Follow the Crescent

28 July 2016 – But before I get anywhere near the crescent, I play “follow the cedar.”

The Western Redcedar (Thuja plicata) that is, official tree of British Columbia, and what could be more appropriate?

I am in BC, specifically in the Lower Mainland magical-woodsy back yard of my dear relatives, Tim & Karen. It’s a flying visit, but I make time each morning to sip my first coffee in the yard, ears full of Chick-a-dee gossip, head tilted back so my eyes can climb the cedars.

Western Redcedars

Up, and up. Later I read that these guys can soar to 60 metres, at maturity, and I believe it.

One day Karen suggests a walk along Crescent Beach. We hop in her red convertible Mustang, and zoom on down to the tiny community. Top down, of course. (This is so a fantasy of mine! I giggle.)

Crescent Beach, as the name suggests, is a beach-front community — one of many in BC, this one tucked just north of White Rock on Boundary Bay. The Bay, running between the mainland and Vancouver Island, is also well-named since the Canada/USA border cuts through just south of White Rock.

Oh, it gets complicated.

I don’t care. I just focus on walking along the Crescent Beach beach with Karen, enjoying her company above all, but taking in lots of sun & breeze & sharp sea air as well.

And wind-surfers …

wind-surfer, Crescent Beach

and trail-side rocks incised with poetry …

along Crscent Beach waterfront trail

and two “summer children” right on cue, albeit wearing sneakers & playing at water’s edge.

happy children, Crescent Beach

We’ve been walking north along the beach, it leads us into Blackie Spit Park — right up there on a spit.

Rivulets carve their way into the bay …

into Blackie Spit Park

stumps mark old pier pilings, still lined up proud & tall.

stumps, Blackie Spit Park

We pat assorted dogs, peer at hawks & eagles & positive fleets of Canada geese. We meet a woman staring intently into the still waters. “I was watching a seal,” she says. “He’s just dived below surface, I’m waiting for him to pop up again.”

“Maybe an otter?” Karen suggests, since otters are common here, & seals unknown. “No,” says the woman, pleasantly enough but firmly. “Seal. Oh!! Look!!” We look. And yes, out there, a bobbing head. Seal, we agree.

We turn a corner, in a way I can’t exactly describe, but it takes us behind the main waterfront to what seems a farmland sort of trail. (Appropriate enough, at that. The Lower Mainland is rich in agriculture.) Everything is mid-summer lush.

trail in Blackie Spit Park

And around we go, and then double back to Crescent Beach beach.

And another wind-surfer.

wind-surfer, Crescent Beach

Followed by — could you doubt it? – a Latte & a Cappuccino in a beach-side café, then back home in the red convertible.

Zoom, zoom!



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  1. Beautiful trees and a wonderful day shared. Thanks Penny.

  2. 🙂 !

  3. What a gorgeous place! The perfect summer idyll!


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