A short drive down Beach Road we found a parking spot not far from the steps down to the beach. Quaint beach houses lining the small sandy road sparked my own desire for a home along the water. Every summer I would go up the Sunshine coast to visit my grandparents in Powell River. Most of that time was spent on the beach, on the lake or visiting family. On one trip we went for dinner my uncle's house that was directly on the water where you could walk out of the living room and be in the ocean within 10 seconds. Descending the rusty stairs to the beach I was instantly brought back to that fond memory, splashing in the ocean with my uncle, cousin, mom and my uncle's dog, Butch.
I easily kicked off my flats, entrusting them to a nearby rock near the stairs. Smiling to myself, I saw the other beach-goers had done the same with their belongings. An unspoken trust. The tide was out which left 300 meters of sand to explore before the shallow surf even began. Enjoying the soft sand between my toes which I hadn't felt since my cousin and I had visited almost a year ago, Kiwi and I held hands and headed out to sea. The wind picked up the closer we got to the ocean so we decided to head back to the car.
At the bottom of the stairs, Kiwi and I noticed a train chugging along which would block our crossing to the car. I hastily brushed the wet sand off my feet and stepped into my shoes hoping to beat the train. Climbing the rickety stairs we easily beat the slow moving engine and sat in the car waiting for it to pass so Kiwi could have a look.
We drove home into the sun with the sunkissed, sandy feeling on our skin as a salty reminder of our little trip to the beach.
-Strawberry
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