I consider myself fortunate to be able to say that I grew up around, and often in, the ocean. We spent seemingly entire childhood Summers in the salty, Pacific ocean. We slept countless nights in sandy sheets as we could never seem to wash the ocean and it's salt from our browned skin. When you're from BC you know that the blissful Summer season in which these memories are made never lasts long enough. This feature alone makes the elusive, hot, sunny day that much more prized. So when we feel that sunshine, Vancouverites scramble after work to pack our knapsacks and run to the beaches that litter our city.
Last Wednesday was one of those evenings. I biked home from work where Tyler and I hurried to pack dinner and drinks to fill our appetites, which always seem so much larger on the ocean. We raced to the Granville Island docks to strip Tyler's family's boat bare of its winter covers and rode it into English Bay to feel the warm breeze floating over the ocean and watch the sunset as we bobbed. It was a perfect, simple evening.
I know it's not always possible to run away for days, or even a single day. People (our age especially) have demanding jobs and busy lives. But, making the most of the evenings and little bits of time you do have is just as important.....
Some of the worst laid plans make for the best memories.... Spontaneity and the sea has always been a winning combination in my books.