A long way to that light
We made a quick stop at the nearby beach halt, this morning. Waves and surf… and surfers. For me the first time ever seeing people swim fearlessly out into a raging white sea, and the return in an upright position. Not movie weather, but the real thing right in front us.
Today we did a tourist thing: we followed the notes and visited a university aquarium, featuring fishes found locally. Much better than it sounds, and at one point I became convinced that some of the larger species were as interested by me as I them. Something about the eyeball approach to the glass, and careful attention to my movement. Nothing dangerous, but a reminder that anything able to live and prosper in the ocean must have skills beyond swimming in endless circles.
Farther up the road, about an hour or so, we reached the terminus. A huge lighthouse sited on top of low embankments, with more of the heavy wave action. I had to depend on the hand rails to get inside the structure which was constructed with similar heavy timbers to our local tower.
One unexpected effect of our trip was the stress felt by the driver. High winds, on a high bridge, with a high-sided vehicle that amplified the gusts. We made the return, but the next time I will check the met readings (the local station is just beside the lighthouse).
Our local lunch at the only Chinese restaurant in the village was better than expected.
And now, another campground. This time, in the woods, just north of Bathurst. There’s a pretty lake in front of us, and the possibility of bears (I bet).
