You may remember that we are hosting the world around here, they call it the Winter Olympics. And part of the ceremonies was the Torch Relay. Passing through most of the communities in Canada, it came through White Rock at 6:30 am yesterday.
Up at 5:45, out the door at 6 am, we eagerly walked in the cool, crisp dark air to our pre-researched “best spot ever.”
As the giant musical Coca cola mobiles, with the perky dancing kids cruised by, the crowd roared, and surged. It became harder and harder to see the road.
We cheered, surely the torch was right behind the three large noisy vehicles, no.. so we waited another cold 15 min. The crowd up the hill started to swell, and cheer, as a vehicle approached us. Flashing lights temporarily blinded us in the dark. There was the torch, the runner was right behind the large motor home, surrounded by a cavalcade of uniformed runners. A brief flash of light from the flame, in the dark morning, and he was gone.
Not to be undone, we ran down the hill to the other location, and cheered as it passed by in the dark. Again, foiled, not a good angle. More camera phones than people this time. How was that possible?
Happy to at least have seen it, we walked home, met up with friends, and seeing the beautiful sunrise, decided to go down to the beach and capture it digitally. Amazingly finding a vacant spot, we walked down to the main street, in the now fully light, beginning of the day. But the road was blocked by hoards of cheering people.
The torch passed by us with only minutes to spare, and we cheered with the crowd. This time we finally captured our Olympic moment shot.
You know what they say, the third time’s the charm.