Today is Canada's birthday. In spite of our prime minister's jingoistic attempts at rousing national ardour, most Canadians prefer to take it easy and spend time relaxing outdoors. The royal visit has added a bit of glamour to the day for those back east, but here on the west coast it's just another day on the beach.
This beach is on top of a midden over 1200 years old. (In comparison, Canada is just 144.) The shells, mostly clam, scallop, and mussel, have been crushed by the waves into a fine sand.
The rocky shoreline of this particular beach shows how dramatically the earth heaved in the island's creation. Apparently the rock dates from the Cretaceous period of about 3 million years ago.
Barnacles covered the rocks - most were what I take to be a normal size, about 5 to 10 millimetres across, but these ones were huge.
These are a more usual size. I like the lacy clusters they form on shells.
A heron fishing at low tide caught Gracie's attention.
Ah well, she wouldn't be a dog if she didn't try.