It may seem strange to talk about winter travel, with summer just around the corner, but sorting through my picture files today brought winter back to my mind. I came across my photos from my last visit to the coast, and to the once-sleepy retirement town, now-turned tourist mecca, White Rock, B.C. - photos from warmer days.
When I am tired of winter, which can be early or late in the season depending on my tolerance for cold and snow, and on how miserable the weather has been, I console myself with thoughts of spring while poring over my photos of warmer days.
Last winter, I was lucky enough to spend my Christmas holidays with family and friends on the west coast. For two glorious weeks, I was blessed with good weather. Well, it rained sometimes - actually, it rained fairly often but that was small trade off to be free of snow and cold, to be a tourist and take long drives through the verdant country-side, and to visit some of the sunshine coast’s shopping meccas.
One day we popped down to White Rock, purely on a whim. My grandparents lived there many years ago, and this return to one of the stomping grounds of my youth, turned out to be most educational.
Years ago, when winter came and the tourists headed for home, the locals would breathe a sigh of relief, roll up the sidewalks, pull in their awnings, and return to the placid every-day off-season life of most seaside towns. On this day, though the weather was cool and drizzling, the streets were busy with shoppers and sightseers. No more, the sleepy winter village - now the tourist trade booms year round. The threatening rain clouds held no terror for the umbrella-toting tourists who were prowling the shops and byways, alert to sample the best the town had to offer.