White Rock

Today we spent the afternoon in White Rock, a city on the waterfront about an hour south of Vancouver. I'd seen it several times before, but only from the windows of the Vancouver-Seattle train, and had enjoyed watching families and noting the inviting streetfront shops and cafés.

First we spent some time in the sun. Much of the waterfront is stony, but a nice lawn is above it, so we set up our towels there. Soon Sarah and I were exploring the water. It stays about knee deep for hundreds of meters out. The water was a bit chilly, but today was really hot, and a swim wouldn't have been inconceivable, but we didn't, and hardly anyone else did either.


Margo also took a turn in the water. Behind her on the right you can see America (buildings in Blaine). On her left, just out of frame, is the railway, and the street of shops further left.


We got a late lunch/early dinner at Moby Dick's, one of the many fish-and-chips eateries, but one I'd had recommended. It was probably the best we've had since living in England.


Then we carried on walking toward the pier.



From the pier, a spotter had directed two swimmers to one of the nearby crabs. (It was returned to the water.)


We walked back along the beach. Sarah did some sprinting.


And of course we had to finish our visit with a stop at one of the many ice cream/gelato shops.