Snow in Cedar Point

Weather Report from Environment Canada: 

"Snowfall, with total amounts of 10 to 20 cm is expected. A Pacific storm has moved onto the South Coast overnight. The leading front has spread 2 to 4 cm snow over southern Vancouver Island and trace to 1 cm to the Lower Mainland. As the storm continues to develop off the BC coast, more precipitation is expected today through Saturday over the South Coast. While the snow is expected to become mixed with rain or change to rain this afternoon near sea level, for communities at higher elevations or inland, precipitation will remain in the form of snow through Saturday morning. Total snowfall accumulations of 5 to 10 cm are expected over low lying coastal regions by Saturday morning with up to 25 cm over higher terrain. "

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It was quiet at the Lavender Dreams B&B. There was one older couple who had checked out requesting just toast for the road. They had snow tires and were determined they could make it back to Abbotsford if they got an early start. After they left there was no work to be done, so Anna put on her ski jacket and winter boots and dug out a toque, scarf and wool gloves. Properly dressed for the weather she was finding it quite magical outside. Anna Wright trudged up the hill to the lighthouse in the strange winter wonderland Cedar Point had become. Blizzards were rare here and she was rather enjoying it. There were lights on in the living quarters area of the Kingfisher Lighthouse and Historical Museum. As she suspected, her father, Morgan Wright was wide awake. 

Morgan was pouring a cup of coffee when she let herself into his small apartment and he turned to her “I wondered when I’d be seeing you. I know how you love the snow. Do you want a cup to take with you?”

Anna smiled “Morning Dad. I’ll come down for it after. I just didn’t want to startle you.”

Morgan chuckled and took his own cup to the table “I’ve already been up to check the bulb and the view. No boats out today though. Rotten day to be a fisherman.”

Anna nodded “Yep. OK I’ll be back down when I get too cold.”

Morgan grinned “I’ll make us some breakfast.”


Anna called back “Thanks.” She headed through the museum to the long spiraling staircase the wound to the viewing deck of the old lighthouse. She stepped outside and shivered. Being dressed for the weather at ground level was one thing. Up here she was completely exposed to the icy wind and wet snow. But still, she couldn’t deny the view of her beloved Cedar Point turning from its usual lush green to stark white. Winter had come, just for Christmas, if it lasted that long.