Blackie Spit that is. The sea breezes were a bit chilly, but the sun more than made up for that. It was so clear you could see all the way to the mountain ranges that rise up abruptly from the vallehy floor north of the mighty Fraser.
The kids all took off ahead of Maribeth and myself. So I let her explore a bit on her own. This is both good and bad. Good in that she is self-confident and definitely stronger than she looks. If you don't know, be warned that Maribeth is one wiry kid. She regularly chins herself on our windowsills and counters so she can peek up and over. Bad in that she can get herself into places you'd never expect a two year-old to be in. Like up on the kitchen counters where there are sometimes hot things.
We caught up with Michael, who was doing some exploring of his own.
And then we caught up with everyone near the head of the spit. There were some kayakers out in the afternoon sunshine. I didn't envy them the wind in their teeth as they came out of the lee of the spit and onto the windward side of it. The kids weren't all that interested in the kayaks. They were poking around the drifted logs looking for neat stuff.