It’s July now, but you’d never know it this day. While much of the world is grappling with heat waves that fill my heart with despair, Vancouver was about 13C and rainy all day. At this time of year that’s kind of novel, so I decided to go for a ride up to Rice Lake where it’s always most beautiful – and quiet – in the rain.
The north shore mountains should be visible in that photo above, but they were fully socked in. I chose the poncho rather than the rain pants and jacket, partially as I thought the rain would taper off. It did not.
I rode Fishermans to start, then climbed up to the paved parkway. Both were especially lovely with the rain and bit of fog.
I hardly saw anyone in the forest, but the birds were especially numerous. Lots of Swainson’s Thrush up for the summer; they’ll head to South America for winter. I went to probably the best spot around the lake, which is often occupied in fairer weather but today it was mine:
The rain was light but persistent, creating a shimmering effect on the still lake. There were a few people walking around the lake, their conversations carrying easily over the water.
I passed through some thicker fog on the way out which made the forest look even better, above. Below shows just how much rain had fallen today – the rains never got that heavy, but they also never let up.
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