4 thoughts on “Postcard from Bromley Rock, Similkameen River”
Ohhh, memories! Bromley Rock was a mandatory stop for me when I lived in the Kootenays for eighteen years and was bound for the Vancouver Folk Music Festival with friends for a number of those years….no air-conditioned cars among our vans and assorted jalopies…we’d boil our brains out and then get an ice-cream headache by running into this lovely clear water (we left the Rock itself as the leaping off point to the brave young souls).
Caroline, they’re jumping today!
Gorgeous! That green is so inviting. The cold, not so much.
A confession: I didn’t go in for a swim. (Didn’t bring my bathing suit and there were other people there so no chance to just plunge in naked!) But my husband said it was really cold. Colder than the ocean where we swim whenever we can…
...Theresa Kishkan, writer... 
Ohhh, memories! Bromley Rock was a mandatory stop for me when I lived in the Kootenays for eighteen years and was bound for the Vancouver Folk Music Festival with friends for a number of those years….no air-conditioned cars among our vans and assorted jalopies…we’d boil our brains out and then get an ice-cream headache by running into this lovely clear water (we left the Rock itself as the leaping off point to the brave young souls).
Caroline, they’re jumping today!
Gorgeous! That green is so inviting. The cold, not so much.
A confession: I didn’t go in for a swim. (Didn’t bring my bathing suit and there were other people there so no chance to just plunge in naked!) But my husband said it was really cold. Colder than the ocean where we swim whenever we can…