In Vancouver, over the SeaWheeze weekend. There was a day I never got around to posting about. Chicago came and all of a sudden Ireland and here I am at home base with a small bit of free time to explain.
On our last free day in ‘Couv, we took a bus to the edge of the city. We took a ferry to the other side. And another bus to Lynn Canyon. A short but dangerously full suspension bridge led us to the canyon. As you can see, when we want to get somewhere, we get there.
Here are tons of hiking trails. Large trees and vines everywhere. We hiked along until we found an opening that led us down to a creek. A huge creek. Fresh water running like a bubbling brook. A large, powerful one. Washing over the smoothest, biggest rocks you’ve ever laid eyes on.
It was here that we stripped down to our swimsuits and worshipped the sun for the afternoon. There were very few other people… we just about had the place to ourselves. A little further down were 20 foot cliffs and waterfalls that daredevils were jumping off of. It felt like our own little slice of heaven. People packed picnics, read books, smoked a little dro. It felt straight out of The Beach and we spent many hours there. Who knows how long, time seemed to stand still. It didn’t matter. I could have stayed the rest of forever.
For some reason this spot meant so much to me. It felt so, pure. As silly as that sounds. All we needed was a swimsuit and a bottle of water.
The brook flowing over the rocks was absolutely freezing. We dared each other to dunk all the way underwater. I have never felt more refreshed, or alive in my life. You know that spot you go to when you close your eyes and daydream? This one is mine.
The other day, I got an email from Canvas on Demand about a special they were having. Order a canvas of any Instagram pic and it is 50% off.
Can you guess which picture I chose?