Living in Vancouver, we get used to the annual seemingly endless run of cloud and rain that typify our winters. In these stretches, we tend to forget what the North Shore mountains look like (never mind the sun). We most often hear the grumbling about the weather, the high price of real estate, the unfriendliness of the city, how much the Canucks need to trade Luongo, etc. Summer seems too far away. We almost forget all of the things that make this such an amazing place to live.
It is during these stretches that a sunny Saturday means the most, I think. The temperature rises, umbrellas get put away, and the grey recedes from our skies and our minds. We remember that we have beaches, and hiking trails, and oceans, and ski hills, all within sight and easy reach.
One of the presents we got my daughter for Christmas this year was a day tubing up at Cypress Mountain, and we woke up Saturday morning fully intending to head over to the Shore in the early afternoon. After a late breakfast at the newly revived King’s Head (with their revived, budget-friendly Beggar’s Breakfast), we got our snow gear together and set out. Fortunately, I decided to check the traffic before we got too far, and after hearing it we quickly changed our plans. Iron Worker’s bridge was closed, and up to two hours to get onto the Lion’s Gate. We decided tubing could wait until another weekend. Instead, we grabbed our tennis rackets and headed to Kitsilano’s Tatlow Park. Read more ›
