You can never be lonely at West Beach in White Rock because you can always stop for a conversation with the heritage sculpture at the converted train station museum. Or just take a selfie with the laid back traveller.
Yet another horn blasting, whistle wailing BNSF train rumbling its passage along the beachfront. A bane in the life of thousands of White Rockians who constantly whine about the noise as freights and Amtrak trundle along at all hours of the day. Should have checked out the neighbourhood before moving. 🙂