once we had successfully passed through those hallowed gates into the land to the north, we kept driving. on roads very much like those in Americuh. after having a slight confusion related to the conversion of kilometers into miles (which my mom didn't realize were BOTH shown on the dash) we continued on our merry way north into Vancouver. we had time to kill before check-in at the hotel, so we drove through the city, which was quite the adventure in itself. we got slightly lost, which may have been due to the 25 year old map we were attempting to use to navigate. we found PlayLand, the most broke-down excuse for an amusement park ever. we nearly got t-boned by a Canadian motorist, unless right-of-way is backwards up north.
somehow, we managed to make it to our diversion - Capilano Park, home of the Capilano Suspension Bridge. but first, we stopped to have afternoon tea like the classy ladies we are. there were scones and jam involved. it was legit. the weather was perfect, it was misty and grey - exactly the way we like the Northwest to be. as we entered Capilano park we were informed that we could receive free yellow ponchos for our park tour. poncho? i don't need no stinking poncho!
poncho-less we made our way through the story poles, which we learned is the correct name for a totem pole. the peoples of the "First Nations," who we Americans refer to as Native Americans/Indians/Redskins/etc., carve the poles to tell a story. and really, nobody knows where this "totem" nonsense came from. good to know, Capilano guide. you have taught me so much. but on to the real point of the park...the Suspension Bridge! duh duh duh. it's long, it's high off the ground, it sways back and forth as you walk, and i SURVIVED IT! TWICE! i mean, the second time was by default because once you walk across you have to make the trek again to get back to your car. either way, i felt accomplished. it was a gorgeous day, i conquered my fears, and i didn't look like a goob in a yellow plastic poncho. overall quite the success.
here's some photographic proof of my bravery:
next in the series - WOODSPRITES AND SQUIRRELS: Making the Most of the Canadian Wilderness
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