I was on a small shuttle bus that went down Marine Drive past the water. Being the time of the Olympics, I thought I'd stay off of the big bus that went from Crescent Beach to Bridgeport Station in Richmond as I believed it would be crowded. I meant to stay on the bus and just adore the view I love so much. What happened? I got off. I can never just go past the water. The tide was out and it looked like you could almost walk half-way to Mayne Island. Okay, that's too far, but children were splashing in the water and chasing seagulls, a young couple was kissing (I walked past them) and a group of young people were bouncing a ball around. It looked like something you'd see in the summer. It's not summer, but a gorgeous Saturday.
I decided to scrub Jason's brass plaque clean as the elements always seem to fade it sometimes. With a piece of sandpaper, a glass of water, an sos pad, and a soft cloth, I lovingly polished the plaque so that it gleamed in the sun.
I went for an ice-cream, as Jason and I often did, and went to eat it on the pier. For once, I actually didn't take any pictures. Somehow, I almost felt like I didn't need to. I felt peaceful and happy. The promenade by the water was crowded today, making me wonder what the vacationers in the early part of the twentieth century felt like. I know that there wouldn't have been many cars in those days but White Rock was one of those places people would come to each summer, many to quite large "cottages". Also, people would get off of the train in White Rock or get on. The beautiful train station is still here. The money from the plaques many people had placed here went towards the maintenance of the station, now the White Rock Museum and Archives.
I don't know why I always do this, but I always either have to walk up one of the steepest streets in White Rock or down. Today I walked up and prayed that my knees and ankles wouldn't surprise me and collapse. I also hoped that my lungs would hold up. I puffed my way up anyway. It actually wasn't that bad. I puffed, but, when I got to the top and looked back down at the water, the pier, and the many people enjoying it, I felt invigorated.