Near the park entrance a story pole tells the story of how the eagle helped a blind man by fishing for him. These poles were the way that the people of the First Nations passed on legends such as this.
The first thing we looked at was the suspension bridge. Two problems: many, many, people on a swaying bridge, and Donna, who doesn't like heights at all. Compound this situation with a bridge that is swaying in at least four dimensions all at once!
The bridge has been constructed in several iterations over the years since 1889 and is currently 450 feet long and 230 feet high. Donna retrieved a Hindi prayer chant from the deep recesses of her psyche, grabbed a handful of my shirt, and made it across with her eyes closed! What a girl!
Once on the other side, we walked on well maintained paths through a rainforest, and on to "Treetops Adventure", a suspended series of seven bridges through a magnificent stand of old growth Douglas Fir trees. These contraptions were much sturdier than the suspension bridge, so D had no trouble navigating from tree to tree. Cool!
From the treehouse path we spotted a magnificent burl on a distant tree.
About this time, we realized that the suspension bridge was the only way back, so, trying to calm our nerves, we took a leisurely stroll along the edge of the rainforest with magnificent views of the Capilano River. With a deep sign and with sunglasses firmly in place, we braved the suspension bridge one more time and got our trophy!
Across the Port Mann Bridge on TCH 1 (also known as the Ironworkers Memorial Bridge), we made it home....eventually.
A quick stop at Lonsdale Quay to visit the Market took an hour or so, but got us to a slice of pizza eaten on the dock overlooking downtown Vancouver.
Strolling through the market, we happened upon The Soup Meister and shared a bowl of the most delicious clam chowder outside of New England!
So ends the second full day in BC!
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