I would trade a weeks worth of sunny, summer days, for just one day of honey coloured, warm, crisp, winter magic. Today was one of those days. February is one of my favourite months here on the west coast. It is probably the most diverse month of the year weather wise. It's when Vancouver becomes truly amazing...you can beachcomb in a t-shirt while the mountains are filled with fresh powdery snow. And the air...oh it smells amazing over on our little island. The salty ocean breeze mixed with the smoke from the wood fireplaces still being used for warmth is, in my mind, the scent of Bowen. It envelops you the moment you step foot on our rock. It's magic.
We spent the afternoon at a lovely beach. I have very fond memories of spending summer days with my parents and brother on these shores, jumping the huge waves from the ferries wake that travel by, searching the deep tide pools that hide in the many caverns, building forts from the endless supply of driftwood left from the log booms that tuck in here during bad weather. This beach has a difficult access, which is probably why we haven't explored it much since having children. But today, with all the fresh sunshine and energy coursing through our bodies, Logan, Chloe and I decided to venture down the steep (very steep) path and our efforts were hugely rewarded.
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