Spitting Image

Today Mrs E and I went for a trip up the road to Squamish. It’s a town that defines itself by the number of outdoor activities enjoyed there by the great unwashed of Vancouver. (I’ve smelt some of them… it’s not always a metaphor). We went for a bit of an amble right to the end of “Spit Road” which is basically just an unmade road going due South along the various low-lying islands and marshy bits between The Squamish River and the inlet into Squamish itself. Because of the wind being channelled up the Sound this is a hugely popular place for kite-surfers and wind-surfers. I’ve seen them many times from the top of The Chief, but it was interesting to reverse the view and see them up close, as well as The Chief in toto, instead as a vignette sweeping by from the car on the close-by Highway 99.

Layer Cake

Taking a rest

The Chief

Flat

The Chief through the trees

First look

Shannon Falls

Lean into it

Zipping along

Pulled by the wind

Heads Up

Collection of Kites

Mountain View

Sailing by the dock

Multi-coloured sail

Need for speed

Creating wake

Bowed in the wind

Meep meep

Gorgeous backdrop

Heading back to the dock

Mind the ship…

Feet up!

Eat my wake!

Slicing it up

Heading for the Falls

Pulling together

Made the 180

Allez-oop!

Carving up the sea

Pounding the waves

Up and away…

Catching air

On the way down

Fast Lady

Making a splash

Ready for launch

Hanging out by the dock

The Chief from the end of the Spit

Anvil Island, through the gap

Autumn Shades