Going to Hell is easy; it is coming back that is hard…
And judging by the number of costumes, parties and ghosts and ghouls that this city had in offer for October 31, Hallowe’en was going to be one big celebration of magic and Paganism. I only had one slight mishap on the costume front, I genuinely couldn’t tell if one guy was dressed up, as most of the bar staff were, or if he was just wearing a flannel shirt and suspenders, was that was just his regular lumberjack attire- it is after all, Canada... and I certainly wasn’t brave enough to go ask, especially after he sat down at the bar and placed and order. Maybe not quite going to Hell, but given the events and publicity surrounding this night it was going to be one big party. The fireworks started before it even got dark and carried on pretty much all night, and I have to say they really were quite beautiful. Like any city Vancouver has its fair share of haunting and eerie ghost stories, particularly in the older areas of the city, such as the Gastown district and if you can’t be scared on October 31…
Most of my weekend has been spent outside making the most of the absolutely gorgeous weather we have had, despite the repeated warnings of rain all weekend the skies have been a bright blue, the occasional white fluffy cloud has passed by and the temperatures have been in the mid 50Fs. Therefore I have completed a Grouse Grind, run in the park and walked part of the Baden-Powell trail around Deep Cove.
Deep Cove really was a quaint and pretty little town. Possibly a bit over run with people outside and making the most of the opportunity- apparently, and I haven’t checked this out it was -8C in Calgary and hovering about the 0C mark in Toronto, I knew there was a reason I didn’t move there. Anyway, trainers laced I headed up the trail and into the woodland on the short 2KM walk to the lookout point, managing to sneak a glimpse at a sea otter on my way out of the parking lot. I was little unsure about it, and thought I might find myself writing about the embarrassing experience of pointing out, and trying to photograph a floating stick so was more than a little relieved when the “stick” started to move its head and make undulating swimming motions through the water! Unfortunately I didn’t manage a photograph.
I did however enjoy the walk up to the rock shaped point and I could look back and see the opposite side if the view I get every morning as I drive to work. Tomorrow I will be thinking- “ahh, I know what the other side of that cove looks like.” Yes, I am that sad, and yes I do talk to myself when I’m in the car.
My only whinge for the week- a Chevy Tahoe is not a small car, it never will be and people should stop trying to park them in small car spaces, and stopping distances, yes, when driving in the rain they are still important! I’m done now.
And judging by the number of costumes, parties and ghosts and ghouls that this city had in offer for October 31, Hallowe’en was going to be one big celebration of magic and Paganism. I only had one slight mishap on the costume front, I genuinely couldn’t tell if one guy was dressed up, as most of the bar staff were, or if he was just wearing a flannel shirt and suspenders, was that was just his regular lumberjack attire- it is after all, Canada... and I certainly wasn’t brave enough to go ask, especially after he sat down at the bar and placed and order. Maybe not quite going to Hell, but given the events and publicity surrounding this night it was going to be one big party. The fireworks started before it even got dark and carried on pretty much all night, and I have to say they really were quite beautiful. Like any city Vancouver has its fair share of haunting and eerie ghost stories, particularly in the older areas of the city, such as the Gastown district and if you can’t be scared on October 31…
Most of my weekend has been spent outside making the most of the absolutely gorgeous weather we have had, despite the repeated warnings of rain all weekend the skies have been a bright blue, the occasional white fluffy cloud has passed by and the temperatures have been in the mid 50Fs. Therefore I have completed a Grouse Grind, run in the park and walked part of the Baden-Powell trail around Deep Cove.
Deep Cove really was a quaint and pretty little town. Possibly a bit over run with people outside and making the most of the opportunity- apparently, and I haven’t checked this out it was -8C in Calgary and hovering about the 0C mark in Toronto, I knew there was a reason I didn’t move there. Anyway, trainers laced I headed up the trail and into the woodland on the short 2KM walk to the lookout point, managing to sneak a glimpse at a sea otter on my way out of the parking lot. I was little unsure about it, and thought I might find myself writing about the embarrassing experience of pointing out, and trying to photograph a floating stick so was more than a little relieved when the “stick” started to move its head and make undulating swimming motions through the water! Unfortunately I didn’t manage a photograph.
I did however enjoy the walk up to the rock shaped point and I could look back and see the opposite side if the view I get every morning as I drive to work. Tomorrow I will be thinking- “ahh, I know what the other side of that cove looks like.” Yes, I am that sad, and yes I do talk to myself when I’m in the car.
My only whinge for the week- a Chevy Tahoe is not a small car, it never will be and people should stop trying to park them in small car spaces, and stopping distances, yes, when driving in the rain they are still important! I’m done now.
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