Our fifth date night was a trip to White Rock, a walk on the pier and a dinner of fish and chips. Like most of our date nights, it almost didn't happen. Since taking time off for Mexico, our days off haven't lined up at all. I took an extra afternoon off work and picked up Shane after his shift.
The evening was perfect for a walk along the ocean. The sky was clear, the temperature warm and the wind slight (for the beach anyway). We walked along listening to the clip clop of our sandals on the wooden deck and watched busy folk catching crab with baited nets. The salty ocean air blew strong through our hair and in the distance Mt Baker stood covered in silky white snow, impervious to the strong May rays. As the sun slipped lower we found our dinner at a hot spot called Moby Dick's. We placed an order to go, and waited patiently for thirty minutes before we finally took our cardboard box across the train tracks and down to the beach. Hungry seagulls sat patiently as we ate our fish with tartar sauce and dipped our chips in vinegar. The trains rumbled by a few meters away carrying waving passengers to their distant destinations. We waved good-bye.