I think the last time I went to Whytecliff Park was in 2009. I had just gotten out of a relationship and I decided to venture off to Vancouver to explore parks and beaches because it was the only thing that helped keep my mind off of things. I guess every one has that same type of vice.
Now 7 years later and living in Vancouver, I went on a spontaneous adventure to West Vancouver. (I originally wanted to go on Saturday, but an accident happened on the main road and so I was detoured. Therefore deciding to just go the next day). Thankfully, the weather was still gorgeous.
I jettisoned off in the late afternoon hoping to arrive a couple hours before sunset.
When I arrived it was pretty much how I remembered it all those years ago: vibrant and calm.
In the middle of my treck up the side of a cliff, I noticed that on top of the tiny rock island across from me there was a couple. The tiny rock island is accessed via along the rocks and boulders that led out towards the island. The water was already elevated to where most of the rocks and boulders were submerged. I think everyone there was wondering when the couple would decide to wade there way back to the beachside.