October 12, 2005
Gary
(TrackBack)This one's a bit old and should be dated about 5 days ago...
A new resident was present in the hostel wednesday morning and made passing comment to my ski boots asking my final destination, it turns out Gary had just come down the mountain from working last season and we got talking. Rather pleasantly I didn't have a whole lot planned for the day aside from going to North Van and checking out one of the parks and canyons, Gary was on a limited budget from having spent all his money (I hope that's not an omen) so was checking out a movie. We had a coffee and talked until about 12, I figured I asked all the right questions because he didn't once stop talking about Whistler and from what information I managed to retain I am grateful.
We departed around lunch with the intention of meeting up in the evening to watch the season opener of the Vancouver Canucks and I headed to the SeaBus station. I told you Vancouver was small, I bumped into Mark and Adam from the SWAP (Bunac thing) meeting earlier in the week and we agreed plans to meet in the Greyhound station on Thursday at 11am. On the SeaBus, across the inlet on the Seabus and onto local transit to wind it's way through the suburbs of North Vancouver towards Lynn Canyon. By the end of the trip I was the only one on the bus, always a bit disconcerting when you don't know when you are but I caught my bearings got off in time and walked into the park. Lynn Park is the smaller brother to Capilano, which I had been told can cost up to $35 just to cross the suspension bridge, the lift to Grouse Moutain resides on that side of town also and another extortionate fee awaited, hence my choice to go more "underground". Plus the weather was appalling so I wouldn't have seen much.
As it turns out I was the only person who fancied walking through incredible scenery borded by huge waterfalls and stunning views as no one else was around. Fine by me, except had I slipped on a rock and hurt myself a bear would have surely had me before I saw someone else. An hour later (after I said I'd walk no more) I made my way back down and to the hostel. Gary was outside and we headed to back to Mahoneys on Robson, which Tyler had originally made me familiar with and were greeted again by the waitress who had questioned out my tea-drinking stereotype credentials last time I was there.
The rules were slowly explained to me and while it was no football, the hockey game was relatively entertaining, the crowd made the experience very worthwhile and even more so since the Canucks won. No going back from the 3rd pitcher we went to another couple of bars before heading back to the hostel, turns out I wasn't the only dorm member disturbed by the "fat man".
Posted by Mark at October 12, 2005 3:17 PM