Tuesday, July 10, 2012


We go to Centennial Beach quite often and this tree root is what we go to see every summer.
It's been there for years swept by sand, rain and sea mist.
The Town of White Rock is symbolized by a white rock on the beach and here,
 in Tsawwassen,
 they have to make this
tree root as a symbol of this beach. I wonder if they will?
When the tide is in, sitting here is a beautiful sight.
When the tide leaves, you have a muddy beach.
The puddles are great to sit in, even for babies.
 They sit and splash in natural warm pools.

These are typical Pacific cone shells found on the beach.
The bark is from a birch tree and it made a fine natural bracelet.


This lonely sea gull sat on his personal tree trunk and watched closely to see if we would give him something. He'd make a turn and then fly right back to the same trunk to get our attention so we know he is there.

Here we see homes just feet away from the shore line.
In winter when the tide comes in, the waves become high and splash against the shoreline, threatening to flood these homes. We had a few times they came real close to doing it.
Here we see another lonely bird on a post and below it to the left of the garbage can, the shape of a dog sitting with a collar.
I think its just the end of a log split in two.
Nature makes her own art work.

This beach is very popular for dog walkers.
One end of it is for sunbathers where you can play volley ball eat a hot dog and fries shower and change. You are allowed to BBQ here and build a fire in their special fire pits.

They built another newer building further up for people to enjoy sitting in, closer to the end where people come with their dogs to play.
I hope they don't change this dog policy now because of it.

When Nugget was a pup, we'd bring him here and the little puddles were so big for him.
We'd laugh when he would try to splash through them.
Babies are babies and make for good memories even when dogs pass away.
I can still see him plunging in.
 A fluffly bundle full of love and all heart and the kids laughing and running along side him.
Now, they are all grown up.

When it was clear, Max, our shepherd, was going to be put down, we brought him here to rest and enjoy the beach. My son went into the water and Max, being his personal guard dog, always watching out for his safety, went out to save him, into the water.Although the tide was in, Max could not afford to step into a hole in the mud. Every step he took was painful because of his hips and when he finally cried from all the pain, my son heard and turned back to carry him back to shore.
We sat with Max, hoping he was having a good day.

We also brought my Mom here to sit and enjoy the view and breath in the salty air.
She was stubborn and wanted to walk on the beach and we could not take our eyes off of her for a minute because she would fall. A few times she got away and we'd have to chase her down and ask her where she was going and she'd get mad because she wanted to walk on her own without people around her.
Sometimes she was going home, having no idea where she was and where home was.

These kind of community beaches, leave many good and sad memories for people to come back to.
I have to say Tsawwassens' Centennial Beach is one of those places.

I wish they would leave it natural but with more and more people, this will change
as it always does.



Akelamalu said...

Lovely pics and you have lovely memories. I'd love to live by the beach but somewhere warm and sunny. :)

A Lady's Life said...

Akelamalu - Yes you become attached to the land you walk on. Everything has a meaning for you. Times flies by very quickly. Before long you get old too and pass away but the tide keeps rolling in. The birds still sit waiting for food and people. New dogs, new people, new buildings, new excavations and all traces of what you were and loved disappear as you did. Dust in the wind.

Gattina said...

Looks like a very nice place ! these old trunks look so misterious !

Rob-bear said...

Thanks so much for sharing your beach stories.

It's interesting to see what washes up on beaches (unless its human body parts, as has been the case occasionally over the last few years). So many "finds" of simple things, like shells and driftwood.

Valerie said...

Hello, I popped in to thank you for visiting my doggy blog. I don't work on there any more so it was a surprise to see a comment. I am so pleased you enjoyed the story. How strange that I am repeating the series on my other blog over the next few weeks.

I love your pictures of the beach with its tree root and driftwood. Nature definitely knows how to trim things up. I'm not sure I would trust living so close to the sea though.

A Free Spirit Butterfly said...

Love the story and the photos. The simple pleasures in life are what feeds our souls.

Love you.

A Lady's Life said...

Thanks guys!