White Rock... well... ROCKS.

I went into the farm and was able to leave early today, so I took the 45 minute drive to White Rock, BC.

White Rock is a very cool place. It is on the coast of the Strait of Georgia that flows into the Pacific Ocean. Along the strip of the coast is a nice area where people lay by the water and pretend they're in Florida. (Not really). If you look to the left, you are looking at Blaine, Washington. If you look to the right, it's White Rock, BC. Pretty cool.

Here are some pics from the gig. I know I'll be back there before it's all said and done. I'd like to stay there a night.

This is the White Rock. I can only assume that White Rock is named after this. What you can"t see is that people from all over have signed the White Rock.

I find this to be sickening, self-absorbant behaviour from people who couldn't leave something be.

Then I signed it. I decided I'd come back and see if my signature was still there before I leave.

Our old friend Mount Baker in the background from the pier that goes out into the Strait.

God, this is a beautiful place.

This is the strip you can walk along the coast. This is also what the natives call "a beach".

Note the grass instead of sand.

Odd.

The strip where you can walk along the coast. The train actually comes through on occasion. That would be kind of cool, but... well, here's a newflash: I HATE TRAINS. Still, it gives the place a certain unique character.

All in all, a good day for Leebo in the Pacific Northwest. White Rock is a very relaxing place, and it was cool just sitting watching the water with the mountains in the background. It made my mind relax, therefore, it gave me an idea for the single most controversal post I will ever put on this blog. More to come.

White Rock, BC. A great place. In a great place. British Columbia.

Kick ass.