Although we have a few traditions, they always seem to shift. This year, though we had the traditional New Year's Eve fire in the chiminea, we imported a summer game into the mix -- our own brand of mini-golf. With the aid of my trusty putter, 'Golden Boy,' I held my own against the real golfers, George and Wayne.
Then, this morning, despite it being a very blustery day, tradition dictated attendance (as a viewer, not a participant) at the City of White Rock's annual Polar Bear Swim. There were a lot of swimmers, many of whom stayed in longer than I would have, even if it had been August.