Named by the earliest European Spanish explorers in the 1770s, Spanish Banks is home to three of Vancouver's superior beaches - Spanish Banks, Locarno, and Jericho Beaches. Far from the madding crowd, you can scan the open waterfront to the west or turn towards one of the most beautiful city skylines anywhere. My friend Josie and I spent some time there on July 1 this year (and she posted about it here) but it was so windy we didn't stay long. The sand was hot between our toes but it was also blowing wildly through the air, sticking in our hair and noses! Lots of seagulls floated on the wind currents or braved the rough waters. It was at this beach when I was 5 years old where I knelt down in the shallows and landed on a broken beer bottle. Apparently, my screams could be heard all the way to the doctor's office where my mother rushed me for stitches. To this day, I bear the 3-inch scar on my right knee. Ah, but what a gorgeous beach it is on a pleasant summer's day. Here are some of my photos from that day. Be sure to click to enlarge the photos.
Thanks to the folks at My World Tuesdays for organizing all this. Go on over and click on participants' links to see "their" worlds.