Camera Crazy

Instead of exploring on Monday, after writing my blog post, I spent a good deal of the afternoon with trip planning. Not that I got very far, mind you, but the time is drawing nigh, so getting serious about the massive drive ahead only seems prudent. Or does it?

A few weeks ago I stopped into the BCAAA office, adjacent to the Canada Line transit station on Davie Street, to pick up a few maps of the Canadian provinces. Our trusty atlas, used so extensively on the journey here, is only for the states, and since we are starting here in Canada, relying only on the iPad is not much to my liking. I want the big overview for one thing, and another is that in the mountains, connection is not always guaranteed. Beginning with Kelowna, our first stop,
a place nearly everyone has insisted we see. Booking a hotel, six weeks in advance, turned out to be a bigger deal than I'd anticipated and with the map above, I've since discovered that the place I booked is not ideally located, being out…

While waiting for the elevator on our floor, a neighbor asked how was I enjoying the weather?Enthusiastically I replied, it is perfect--not too hot, nor too cold. His reply was a good one. Ah...these are our "two golden months" before the gloom sets back in. Sadly, we will only be experiencing a few weeks of those golden months as this time next week we will begin our journey home. Wow! It's almost over? Yes, Gail, it is.

In that spirit, I'm taking advantage of the weather, going hither and yon. I will so miss this view that at this time of the year is entertaining with constant boat traffic, the sun sparkling on the water, cyclists and walkers on the seawall, and the list goes on. Curiously, about the middle of the afternoon several times last week, the water color became different in the middle. Any ideas why that is so?
As you probably were expecting, I made another trip to Stanley Park for some trail walking, this time on the Tatlow trail. The map indicated there…

Bruce has been out of town for three days now,  and for part of that time, I've been slightly out of sync. Monday was a bit gloomy and I barely left the apartment. So, when Jackie suggested the three of us go walking on Tuesday morning, I was totally game. Especially because I was going to be able to show them something neither of them had heard of before.  It was going to be my pleasure to lead them to "Two Spirits." Although Dale has lived in the West End since the early 70's, until I asked him about it, he had heard neither hide nor tail of it.

We are an old group, me in my 60's, Dale in his 70's, and Jackie is 81, although not for a moment would you know it as she is probably the liveliest of the group. An overcast morning was perfect for a walk in the woods. Meeting Jackie in front of her building about two blocks from ours, we then went another block or so and met Dale along Beach Avenue to start our walk, beginning along the seawall. Dale, a former mid…