Whitecliff

Took some time out to visit my father's grave yesterday and dropped off some carnations. Had a wonderful visit with an old friend and took my daughter to Whitecliff. My father used to take me there when I was very young. We'd climb down the rocks and take pictures of the sunset while he would read to me the First Nation legends of Vancouver by Pauline Johnston. When the tide's out you can walk out to that small island. This is Vancouver. This is our home. Peace.