It isn’t all pretty flowers. I know there must be a song in there. Fortunately most of my walks have been quite pleasant over the last month. Cherry blossoms flourished, Canada geese pairs honking up a storm, birds twittering in the bushes, lilacs peeking out. May was around the corner. One interesting theme has been all the painted rocks I discover.
May first, cyclists in spandex shorts; families on their way to one of the numerous parks stop for a treat; everyone sits in the sun soaking up the rays. Me, I seek the nearest shade.
On my last day looking after my daughter’s cat, before going home to my two, I took advantage of the foggy yet fairly decent morning to walk along the coastline pathways. So many people think the west coast of Canada is too grey in the fall and winter – I say they are not looking for the gems. Although I have not left the island, nor gone beyond Greater Victoria, I can find so much to enjoy.
It was rather blustery out late this morning; however, it was not raining and the sun even made a marvellous appearance – I can even dare to say it was nearly warm enough to remove my jacket, until I hit the Dallas Road wind tunnel. I doubt anyone can come away from that without appearing a little on the wild side.
As we enter the darker, some say gloomier, days of autumn stormy weather will be whipping up waves, whisking away warmth and forcing people indoors. Unless they happen to live on Vancouver Island, where storm watching is a pastime. For today I only ventured as far as the turn that would take me to the absolutely best chocolate dipped ice cream in all of Greater Victoria – fortunately I recalled I had only brought my driver’s licence, no ice cream for me and a fun find down one of the streets. But first, some sails on the water and in the air.
First stop, Harrison Yacht Pond. Still very popular.
Way off in the distance there were colourful, swooping, diving, flying high, paragliders
Harrison Yacht Pond was built in 1947, mainly for model sailboats although that would eventually come under scrutiny when model boat enthusiasts wanted to weigh anchor with power boats. When ducks and geese decided to move in I expect some sailors were ready to scuttle their ships. It was nice to see a family enjoying a quiet morning remote controlled sail.
Once I realized I was not going to have ice cream I headed down a street that would take me back to my daughter’s – she is fortunate to live so close to Dallas Road. Some months ago I had run across a house with a fun yard – seems the owner changes it regularly. Such a delight to see the fun, and of course artistry, for everyone to enjoy. All done with stones. It makes people smile as they walk by and invites conversation. We need more of that.
I am fortunate to live in one of the most expensive cities in Canada. Not that I am anywhere near the high income bracket. Truth be told, I am far too close, financially and now physically, to the tent city that recently set up camp at Goldstream Provincial Park & Campsite where I explored some of the trails in April. (mini-adventure-goldstream-park-the-other-side.)
One of the pluses with living in Victoria has to be how accessible walking along the beach is. Dallas Road is the perfect walkway for gathering thoughts, allowing the flotsam and jetsam of life to leave on the winds, breather in the fresh ocean air, listen to and watch the gulls, eagles, herons and other birds depending on the season (Spring is wonderful for seeing hummingbirds), and get in a great walk regardless physical ability.
From Ships Point to Clover Point, the path is about, according to a google maps check, 3 km one way via Bridge Way. I must have not taken that exact route as my return walk was roughly 7km and I did not make it to Clover Point. I was going at a fairly brisk pace – for which I suffered later and the next day. I fell into pace with one cruise ship passenger with whom I walked and chatted for about 8 minutes. He was 77, originally from Beijing, left in the early 1960s. This was offered after we had noted we were both limping slightly exchanged knee problems with his query as to how I had I injured my knee. I even dared to pull out some of my latent Mandarin. (Too bad his saying he was happy to meet me only properly translated in my head after I said I was a little happy) He had a great outlook, always be happy, smile at people – it worked too. Wishing home a great visit I said goodbye and sped up while he waited for family. I had a goal to make it to the Marilyn Bell cairn this day before turning around. Which I did and beyond, and made the following discovery.