HK and i have houseguests this week, our friends Ken and Terry from the ‘hood in Atlanta. Yesterday the boys and i rode bikes out to UBC to tour the campus and go to the beach there.
We rode through beautiful Jericho beach and dog-friendly Spanish Banks beach along the way. here’s a pic of me. ken shoulda told me to take my helmet off–it looks so goofy!
One of the women we’re renting the house from loaned me her bike and helmet–that was soooo cool! her bike is a beach cruiser, with just the one speed and pedal brakes. it was sooooooo hard climbing up the hills on that bike, the boys had 5-speeds, so they pretty much kicked my ass going uphill.
It’s downhill all the way to Wreck beach. Lots and lots of wooden stairs lead down to a wide, sandy beach where about 85% of the thousand people there were all-over tanned and bare-ass naked. It’s Vancouver’s largest “clothing optional” beach, and was full of beautiful, not-so-beautiful, fat, skinny, young (several families were there-naked), and old. i resisted the urge to tear my clothes off and go running into the surf, as did ken and terry. we remained “textiles”, as clothed ones are referred to.
I did feel a little awkward, and probably would have been more comfortable naked, but, believe it or not, peeps, i am very self-conscious.
It was really a fun, interesting experience to observe. naked people walking around selling beer (it’s technically illegal to drink alcohol in beaches in Vancouver), pot, sandwiches and massages. Something right out of the 60’s. There were these 2 college guys in front of us trying to chat-up naked beer girl, and she flat out said to them, “drop your drawers and i’ll be happy to serve you a beer.” they laughed nervously, remained clothed and fired up a joint, instead.
We hung-out there for a couple of hours, then rode home, stopping to snap some shots in Pacific Spirit Park along the way.