Just a few photos taken from the Lions Gate Bridge Thursday afternoon. It was impossible to stay on the bike. Even walking felt crazy! Wind filling my mouth, a loose strap on my helmet slapping my face, body leaning 45 degrees into the bike to keep it straight. Taking pictures was a bit of a challenge too.I worried about the smaller boats. It doesn't look bad in this picture, but at one point, a wave came completely up and over one of these.
I couldn't capture any of the birds, but I was worried for them too, as they flew low, trying to head to their roosting spots. I had watched some crows playing near the school before I left, and they seemed to be having fun, but it was much more of a struggle over the open water.
This boat passed under the bridge with no problems, although it did appear to be working to straighten out. I noticed way more than the usual number of boats gathered together, as I headed over the Burrard Bridge a bit later. I thought of my grandfather, a Newfoundland fisherman. He died before I was born, so I have only my mother's stories and a letter written by one of his sons, to remember him. I'll post a picture of his boat in the next entry.