06.07.2012 - 09.07.2012 28 °C
After a much needed lie-in back in Vancouver, we took a tour upto the Capilano Suspension Bridge. We were given a map as we entered the park and had to find stamps as we went round so that we could get a certificate at the end. The bridge is a 450ft long, 230ft high suspension bridge crossing the Capilano River. With hundreds of people walking across each day, many of them at the same time as you, you can imagine it was a little unsteady underfoot and we wobbled as we went, admiring the stunning views up and down the river.
Capilano Suspension Bridge
Once over the otherside, there was a trail to complete through the treetops in and around 1300 year old Douglas Firs. Back over the suspension bridge and we ventured out on the Cliffwalk, a series of cantilevered and suspended walkways jutting out from the cliff face above the river. With only 16 anchor points in the cliff and very strong glass supporting the walkway, there wasn’t much between us and the Capilano River!
Leaving here, we caught the bus further out of town to the base of Grouse Mountain where we hopped on the cable car to take us up to the top. As we ascended the mountain we could see for miles across Vancouver, picking out all the landmarks we had seen previously close-up.
Vancouver from Grouse Mountain
At the top of Grouse Mountain, there was a variety of activities to keep us busy. We joined the crowds waiting for the imminent Lumberjack show. As the sun beat down we watched as two rival ‘lumberjacks’ competed for top status by chopping and sawing wood, axe throwing, a 60-foot tree climb, and log rolling.
We visited the Grizzly Bear sanctuary where we met Grinder and Coola, two orphaned Grizzlies, and managed to get some good shots as they wandered around their enclosure.
Before heading back down the mountain we had just enough time to enjoy another BeaverTail with cinnamon sugar and lemon, yum!
That night we headed to Yaletown for dinner. Yaletown is a former warehouse district which now houses many bars, restaurants and boutiques. The huge open spaces lend themselves very well to the bustling and busy nightlife.
The next day we had arranged to meet up with Eva, a girl I used to live with in London who is from Vancouver. She took us over to Granville Island where we wandered around the market stalls and shops, before catching the little Aquabus over to Gastown, where it is said that Vancouver was born. Out of Gassy Jack’s saloon, Gastown has become an area known for its fashion, architecture, dining and nightlife. We finished the afternoon shopping on Robson Street getting a few last minute souveniers and presents before making our way back to the hotel for a well-earned drink after all that walking. Heading back to Yaletown for dinner we treated ourselves to a plate of delicious ribs and a glass of red wine for our last night.
View of English Beach from Granville Island
The Steamclock in Gastown
The next day we were due to fly out in the evening so we took it easy and went for a walk along Beach Avenue just as we had done on our first day in Vancouver, this time going further up and into Stanley Park covering a small portion of this 404 hectare park. We walked around the perimeter of the Lost Lagoon, spotting lots of birds and animals as we went.
The shoreline trail took us back towards English Bay Beach where we had just enough time for a lovely seafood lunch looking out over English Bay before we had to make our way back to the hotel for the start of our journey home, leaving behind the sunshine and the wonderful Canadian landscapes.