The quasi-occasional-nostalgic nature of my holidays continued today with a trip up to Chilliwack, the once upon a time home of my grandmother. She passed away many summer solstices ago, but memories of her stay with me.
I haven’t been back there in probably almost twenty years and her house hasn’t really changed, except for more weeds in the yard and stuff in the driveway (she didn’t own a car, for instance). But it looked well cared for.
But of course going into the house wasn’t really an option or checking out the old garden in the back so instead it was across the street to the park that we played at so very often when we were kids.
Unfortunately, all of the playground equipment I played with is gone and replaced with new-fangled stuff. And some swings, but since I didn’t want to scare the young lady looking after two kids (why is that crazy tattooed lady hanging around the playground taking pictures while MY kids are here?!?), it was a short, but nostalgically happy visit.
From here it was off to Bridal Veil Falls, just a few minutes past Chilliwack on the freeway. We went there often as a fun thing to do when visiting grandma. We would take a picnic and the family (minus my father who was off playing golf most times) and go up to the falls, have a lovely meal and then take the short but so very vertical walk up to the falls.
The walk begins through trees and ferns, the sound of the waterfall above muted by the forest.
The first part of the walk? Not so bad. Sure it’s up and I’ve gotten lazy since the knee problems but it’s relatively short and pretty is always a nice distraction.
And then you get towards the bottom of the falls and look up and WOW.
Sure, there are bigger falls. But how many can you walk all the way up to? There’s something lovely about these ones and maybe it’s just because of my childhood memories, but then again, she had a lot of admirers today so perhaps it’s not just me.
Naturally all of this water made trickles and mist and puddles everywhere. And I like getting in close with the camera for the great texture shots.
It was just about time to head back down the hill? mountainside? well, whatever you call it, I got in a few more shots before my camera battery died and I started the great descent (jk), and here is my final picture of the day to share with you. It may just be my favourite from the day.
All childhood memories should have such wonderful continuity and gloriously sunny days to explore them in. It doesn’t always work that way, sometimes the memories are buried under a Kwik-E-Mart but sometimes pieces from our past continue to exist in ways we can re-explore in our present. I think grabbing hold of those moments, reflecting back into childhood from a now perspective and enjoying both together is a fantastic gift we give ourselves. I hope you get to enjoy something similar this summer.