It was more of a squeak, really

So it's called the Singing Sands beach. Really they do. Google it yourself. 

However, if the sands were singing for us, the sound of the waves drowned it out. Or maybe the sand sirens have shut down for the season. Everything else but the beach and the washrooms were closed. No matter. Those are the only two things that count.

The best I got out of the sands was a squeak. At first I thought it was the camera rubbing on my jacket somehow. Yes, I was wearing a jacket and my fuzzy photographer hat. It was supposed to be partly cloudy and 16, but it was fully cloudy, and maybe 14 at best with a stiff wind. Just as I finished there were a few drops of rain.

For those keeping track, I walked 8 K on the beach. Linda had the bit in her teeth after sitting in the car for so long and rampaged up the beach in a cloud of sand. She went at least 10K in less time than it took me to do the 8. She was back at the car, napping, when I got back.

The beach goes on a long way. One source says 14 Km, which is a really long way if you want to walk the whole thing. The sand is lovely, so I did most of my walk in bare feet. Normally I wear shoes because most beaches have shells or rocks or sticks lurking. I can see why some people think this is the best beach in Canada.

So, some beach photos from the day for you. Yes, I'm drinking beer as these upload.

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