Sunday, August 31, 2008

White Rock

According to narratives of Coast Silash people, a subgroup of First Nation people who are dispersed in British Columbia, Washington and Oregon, a white rock was once hurled across the Strait of Georgia by a young Indian chief. It was said that he and his bride would moved from Vancouver Island to wherever the rock landed, to make a home together.
With the introduction just given, S. J. today drove all the way to the city of White Rock, close the US border. The purpose was finding the city hall where I’m supposed to work for the next three month, if CF or CBSA wouldn’t want me.
The beach is a very beautiful place with all the restaurants and cafes at the side and people having a good time, either just walking and enjoying the weather and scene or having a meal or snack. Fishing, photography and kiting are also among the hobbies but I didn’t see anyone swimming. I was a little cold for that, I guess.
As I most of the time have to hang out with assholes and idiots and this time was not an exemption, S. J. after a few minutes walk said that we had to go back home. So we did. But if you go there, just give it enough time and enjoy everything in there. Don’t take a fucking lazy stupid with you!
(Photo: Part of the White Rock beach is seen in this photo. A wide variety of birds are seen around here including this Heron)

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