The weather was abnormally beautiful, but we weren’t about to complain. The drought was starting to have its effects in British Columbia, but for us, the sky was blue, the temperature was around 20 Celsius, and we just enjoyed it enormously.
We spent the day walking on the south part of the famous Long Beach, called Wickaninnish Beach, and it was splendid. The White Owl got emotional upon beholding in her gaze the Pacific in all its magnificence for the first time, then quickly went exuberantly happy for the rest of the afternoon.
We walked, and walked, for kilometers. There were like, 10 people on the whole beach.
We noticed that on this coast, the sand is grey, not golden like on our side of the Atlantic.
Also, there are a lot of tree trunks lying around, whitened by the sea, looking like scattered giant limbs and stumps. Or maybe giant bones?
It could be a cemetery of giants.
I took a lot of pictures. Pictures of lights in the ocean, stumps, grass, everything. Still, it was under control. I could have stopped taking pictures anytime!
ANYTIME!
We were bare footed, and we tried to walk into the end of the waves, where they just lick your ankles: at home, in our Atlantic, it is the most delightful way to walk. Turns out, the Pacific is cold. Like, cold!!! So cold! Honestly, goblins-biting-your-ankles cold! We soon avoided the waves entirely.
Neither the White Owl nor me are good swimmers, indeed, we are no water fowls. So we tried running into the ocean a few times to see if it was less cold farther in, then quickly ran back on dry sand, because of the biting cold-goblins, and some suspicious jellyfishes.
A couple of bald eagles was silently flying around, looming close to the shore, and back to their trees, easily identifiable with their white heads and majestic flight.
“Look, said the White Owl, a small boat right here, close to the shore!
-It looks like a whale observation boat, says I.”
We watched carefully. Indeed, indeed, after a few minutes, close to the boat, we saw the unmistakable spray of a whale.
So we sat right there in the grey sand, looking at a whale breathing, followed by the small boat, with the bald eagle circling far above our heads, and, dear reader, we were very happy, and felt very lucky.
