We were a few days officially into Spring. Not that you’d know it with a fresh dusting low on all the mountains in Squamish.
It looked like a painting.
I arrived early to be greeted by a herd of seals, or are they sea otters? Sea Lions? I won’t pretend I can tell the difference.
The three of them huddled together for warmth racing against the sun creeping up behind the Chief.
A lonely nude Polar bear swimmer a few months late for the party. Again, not that you’d know it with the brisk temperatures.
Just the three of them, for a bit longer.