Some foolish Magazine writer has said that Kitsilano beach in Olympic City is the third sexiest beach in the world. Yo! Not to take away entirely from Kitsilano, I went for a walk on our beach a while back. I hadn't walked the entire mile or so for at least six months but the tide was out and it was a somewhat dull and blowsy day with a little west coast drizzle. My walk was sexy.
There were three river otters playing and cuddling and watching me about fifty feet from the shore. They stick their heads way out of the water because they are curious. I think two of them were pups.
There were over a hundred Canada geese eating eelgrass that was lying horizontal in the tide, waving about, and some of it probably still has remnants of herring eggs still glued on. Protein!
There was a large sandbank of geoducks I crossed over and if I touch the siphon gently with my foot to tease them they give me a big squirt!
The beach is dotted with small humps and pits where Roland and I have been digging for little neck and butter clams from time to time. The tides have not fully smoothed out the humps yet.
One lone eagle flew across the harbour and two turkey vultures cruised the shore overhead. The wind was pretty brisk so they had updrafts. The sandbanks have periodic congregations of sand dollars to encounter in the millions but they still are localized.
The oyster beds seemed diminished to me but there were still large oyster collections on the outcroppings of shale that dot the beach. They are Japanese oysters since we no longer have indigenous oysters here.
I saw someone had built a large and attractive new house by the beach down the way. I hadn't seen it before. There was no one on the beach during my walk until I arrived back at our beach stairs. A young woman and a dog on a leash walked by, but she hustled and averted her eyes. Training I guess.
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