Sunday, 20 November 2016

Highlights of the Olympic Peninsula

Dungeness Lighthouse and Mount Baker
This post will be like a collection of short stories - each walk was of a modest length but overall capture the magic of the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State. Certainly if you are heading in that direction these are probably the main things you will want to see - a combination of magical beaches, rainforests and mountains. We completed these walks over the space of three days on a road trip around the peninsula.

Dungeness Spit
We arrived on the peninsula via the ferry at Port Townsend on a rather foggy morning. The fog soon relented however and we were blessed with some wonderful sunshine on day one. We headed to Hurricane Ridge after stopping briefly at Port Townsend but on the way we spotted signs for Dungeness Spit and thought that would be a fun trip for the children on the way.

Dungeness Beach

The road to Dungeness was rather further than we thought but when we eventually got there we decided to walk via the scenic route through the trees down to the spit. It was lovely under the shade of the trees on what was becoming a pretty hot day. It was a pleasing walk through the trees and when we got to the far end we dropped down on to the spit. I remember coming here 20 years ago when I lived out here and had a notion that we could walk to the end and being very disappointed when I realised that it was 6 miles to the lighthouse at the far end! These days I wouldn't even contemplate a 12 mile walk along a shingle beach.
Dungeness Forest Trail
The spit was named after Dungeness in Britain by explorer George Vancouver who thought that the spit resembled its British counterpart (not sure I see the resemblance). He named most of the English sounding places in these parts. Most other names come from Native Americans. The spit is actually the longest of its kind in the whole of North America. We hung about for quite a while enjoying the ambience of the place and the large amount of logs with their weird shapes that have washed up. Logs and other driftwood are a feature of Pacific Northwest beaches and I suspect can be there for a good many years before they break down by erosion.
Dungeness Viewpoint
Having explored the spit and enjoyed the wonderful views across the Strait of Juan De Fuca it was onto somewhere rather different - Hurricane Ridge. This is higher than the highest point in the British Isles at nearly 1600 metres and is accessed by a tortuous road from Port Angeles. Be aware that you have to pay a fee to use the road as you are accessing the Olympic National Park. The pass is good for other places en route later.
Hurricane Ridge

The view up here is as astonishing as I anticipated and the weather conditions were absolutely perfect for our trip. It isn't always the case though - some of the storms up here are pretty fierce, hence the name. Considering how long I have spent in these parts it is rather amazing that this was my first ever trip. We headed first for the visitor centre as this was going to close fairly soon. The exhibition was more modest than I expected but it seems that the park rangers offer talks and guided walks if you arrive here at the right times.
The visitor centre closed not long after we got there but with plenty of daylight still left we decided to explore the popular Hurricane Ridge Trail. This is clearly set out for more sedate visitors as it is largely paved. It is an ideal way for disabled people to enjoy the area surrounding the visitor centre and especially the view to the north which you don't get unless you venture further afield.
Black Tailed Deer
As we climbed up to the viewpoint above the car we caught sight of some marmots. Cute little fellas they are too! We also saw deer and chipmunks on our little walk on the other side of the ridge where we could see the view down across the Strait of Juan De Fuca and Port Angeles far below us. Victoria was a little out of sight due to a mountain peak being in the way but no doubt if we had more time and ventured over there we could have seen that too. Maybe another trip? There are certainly enough hiking trails here to keep causal walkers going for quite a while. It really felt like we were on top of the world.
After an overnight stop in Port Angeles we headed west to Lake Crescent where we wanted to find ourselves a camping place. I had clocked this as a particularly good looking place to stay and as we came across it we weren't disappointed as the lake was breathtaking. The water was completely still with the most magnificent reflections of the surrounding forested mountains on its surface.
Hurricane Ridge Trail
While at the lake we took some time to walk along the old railroad track that once ran along the shore. I think this was laid largely for the purposes of forestry. With such a sparse population I cannot imagine that there was any intention of ever running passenger trains along here. For the lumber industry though it was a different story - logging was and is big business on the Olympic Peninsula and in the days before reliable road transport trains would have provided the horsepower to remove the logs that built the west coast of America. The walk is now officially called the Spruce Railroad Trail.
Lake Crescent
It was a magnificent walk and just what the doctor ordered on such a hot day. We were lucky enough to be sheltered from the sun most of the way. There was little in the way of engineering of the line as it largely followed a natural shelf high up above the lake shore. Across the water there was plenty of activity with visitors kayaking and swimming on sections of 'beach'. Swimmers didn't venture out too far though - this is the second deepest lake in Washington State and I imagine the water is pretty cold away from the shore.
Spruce Railroad Trail

On the way along the track bed we came across one very rough looking engineering feature - a blasted out tunnel. There was no attempt to build any lining but looking at how tough the rock looked I donlt suppose there was any need. The path took us around the outside of the tunnel - probably a good thing for there looked like there were chunks of rock that could fall down on us at any time. After about five miles walking along the track we got the sense that we could have gone on a lot longer but in truth the weather rather beat us - it was just way too hot! It was the start of a few scorchers - we were to reach 90 degrees or more for the rest of our trip.
Former Tunnel
I always imagined that when I finally got to the Hoh Rain Forest that it would be a dark and dank kind of place. Certainly all the pictures I have ever seen show dripping trees and mist surrounding the place. What we actually got then was a bright sunny day with ever rising temperatures, which gave this normally very wet place a rather different atmosphere to the one I was expecting.
The rain forest was heaving with people when we got there. The car park was almost full already as we arrived late morning. It had taken quite a while to get here from the campsite, not helped by stretches of roadworks along the way. The rainforest was quite a way in from Highway 101 too, adding a good 40 minutes onto the journey than we had expected.
Hoh Rainforest
Once out of the car the heat hit us. We were thankful for disappearing into the forest along the first of the visitor trails taking us around the main area. At first this seemed a bit of a procession of people but after a while the crowds thinned out and there were sections where we could enjoy the surroundings in peace. The numbers of people had ensured there would be no wildlife however. The moss hanging from the trees was bone dry, in stark contrast to how it normally is. I was fascinated by the old trees becoming nurseries for the new trees after they had fallen. There were also berries forming - a sure sign that autumn is quickly approaching. I imagine in these parts it comes a little earlier than we are used to.

Hoh Ferns
After walking around the main trail for a mile or so we decided to make a bigger loop by walking around the next of the trails leading from the visitor centre. This was a slightly longer affair with fewer people. It took us out of the forest at one point as we crossed an area that was once occupied by the local river. This had ensured different types of tree had grown - the so called colonisers. The aspens and birches gave this area a very light and airy feel in contrast to the pine and fir trees elsewhere.
Hoh River
As we reached the river we could see that it was relatively empty and we took the opportunity to have a bit of a paddle which was a welcome relief in the hot temperatures. Feeling suitably refreshed we headed back around the loop to the car park. By this point we had cricks in our necks from looking up at the huge trees so much. It certainly was an awe-inspiring place, perhaps lacking the atmosphere I was expecting but nonetheless an amazing visit not even ruined by the numbers of people present.
So far on our road trip my daughter had bored us to death with talk of Forks as it is the scene of the series of books she has been reading (Twilight). She was thrilled to bits to be able to visit in person and even better that we were able to have lunch there! It was a bit of a cheat as we had a Subway sandwich but nevertheless she can now brag about it to her friends. We also indulged her with shots at some of the other sights in the books as we headed on to the beach at La Push.
La Push Beach
Maybe it was my impatience but we decided to head to the first beach we came to, which entailed a lengthy walk through the forest before we got there. It was a beautiful walk and the beach was definitely worth the effort to get there. What I didn't realise though was that it wasn't connected to any of the other beaches and so when we got there that was definitely it.
One of the first encounters that we had was with a dead seal. We gave it a wide berth as it was decidedly stinky! Once safely past we headed for some shade - the only problem was that the only shade available was at the very far end of the beach. Undaunted we took our shoes off and headed down the shoreline staying just out of reach of the waves just in case they dragged us in.
Ruby Beach
Finally we got to sit on a log just out of the reach of the hot sun. The girls spent quite a long time playing on the beach, building some kind of structure (not sure it could be described as a castle). We just enjoyed the view and the ambiance of our surroundings for half an hour or so. Eventually and somewhat reluctantly we felt we had to go, mostly because we had to make ourselves some dinner before it got dark.
Sun Flash

We packed up our tent early on day 3 of our mini trip and headed off for pastures new. We had decided to try for some more beach time along the way if we could get going quickly enough. As we packed up we already had people eyeing up our camping space even though it was pretty early in the morning. We had a woman stake her claim before we had even pull away from the spot.
Our destination was Kelso, quite a long way from our campsite and on a choice of routes; either back the way we came and down through Olympia or around the coastal route. Fortunately we managed to get going early enough that the coastal route was a possibility and we made our way back through Forks and on to Ruby Beach, some distance beyond the Hoh Rain Forest. We were not disappointed with our choice - Ruby Beach car park was already full of cars despite the early hour. Once down the path from the cliff top we could see why it was so popular - the sea stacks on the beach had the early morning sea fret swirling about them providing quite an atmosphere.
Ruby Beach Island
We wandered about on the beach for approximately an hour taking in the sights and sounds of the seashore and enjoying the views along the sandy beach and the sea birds flying about. We clambered over the washed up logs to get back up to the car and moved on to the next destination.

Quinault Ranger Station
We made pretty decent progress on our journey, with nice quiet roads before us and good speed on what was fast becoming a very hot day. We decided to take a little side tour into the Quinault Rain Forest. This is a bit more off the beaten track than Hoh and not so celebrated but it gave us the opportunity to wander about in a nice shady forest once again.
Quinault Rain Forest
We started on the Maple Glade Loop trail, through some of the most mossy covered of all the trees in the area. This loop wasn't very long and as we approached the Kestner Homestead trail we all felt ready for a bit more of a hike and so we continued through the trees and on boardwalks through what should have been a swamp but was anything but during this heatwave. When we got to the Homestead itself it certainly warranted a look around but the temperatures were so hot outside the trees that it was impossible to stay long in the sun.
Kestner Homestead
On our way back the path had a different character as we passed by a dry river and then through an area of aspens. The light through this section was quite different for the aspens were starting to field autumn colours in the depth of August. Seemed rather odd when we were dripping with sweat on a day where the temperatures were already in the 90s.
Once back at the car we headed off towards Aberdeen where we stopped off for an ice cream. By now the temperatures outside were topping 100 degrees Fahrenheit and more walks were seemingly out of the question. Never have I been so glad having air conditioning in the car!
Nursery Log
The Olympic Peninsula was fantastic and although I felt we rushed it a little we did get the opportunity to walk around at each of the places we went and get a feel for the natural environment, wildlife and flora. I just wish it hadn't been so hot! Maybe next time we can devote more time and have some cooler conditions.

Monday, 7 November 2016


Welcome to Ketchikan
I would never have thought in a million years that my 300th post for this blog would come from a place thousands of miles away from Worthing.  Indeed this is from one of the furthest places away I have ever been, the small city of Ketchikan, billed as being the salmon capital of the World.  I was here because I was lucky enough to have come on a cruise from Washington and the first port of call in Alaska was this fishing port.  The cruise terminal is right in the heart of the city and is clearly a place geared up for cruise passengers.  Once away from the strip of shops designed to help cruise passengers part with their holiday money, Ketchikan is a rather agreeable little town and a fascinating one to wander around.  I was pleased to find a self guided walk that took us around the main highlights of the place.
Salmon Capital
We started our walk inevitably at the Visitor Centre, which has a very interesting looking bronze statue outside commemorating the first people and the first settlers to the area.  The most amazing thing about the settlement of this area is how recent it all was and how rapid the change must have been.  Across the road was the Welcome Arch.  The first arch was put in place as long ago as the 1920s when visitors started to arrive by steamship, but this version is the third and dates from the 1960s.
American Legion
We continued down Mission Street and soon got past the majority of the shops.  Many of the buildings along this street were quite old, built at the turn of the 20th Century and dominated by St John's Episcopal Church built in 1902.  Originally this was built on pilings at the water's edge but such is the change in the coastline that it is now some distance away (2-3 blocks).  This suggests that the waterfront has had a lot of infilling over the years in order to maximise the mount of usable space for the Downtown area.
Salmon Spawning
Before leaving Mission Street we walked through Whale Park.  Calling it a park is little of a misnomer for I would be surprised if it were the life size of a real whale.  I might call it a village green if it were in England.  The totem pole in the park was a sign of things to come and the clock next door was eye-catching too.  It is the oldest time-piece in the city although I'm not sure how old it actually is.
At the end of Mission Street the most obvious thing to do would have been to cross the Ketchikan Creek and into the old historical centre of Ketchikan built around Creek Street.  However we were to save that for later.  We turned left instead and passed by the library and museum to take Bawden Street, the closest route to the Creek following upstream.  The route allows a view of the Grant Street trestle higher up on the hillside, showing how the terrain has been conquered by the settlers.  We also passed by a look out over the creek and could see the remains of some of the salmon that hadn't made it upstream to spawn.  The smell hit us too - not pleasant!
Totem Pole Museum
As we got to the bridge across the creek we could see some of the leaping salmon trying their luck.  Despite the relative short distance that they had to travel (the spawning grounds were only 1/2 mile or so from the sea), many of the fish were struggling to make it up the rapids and small waterfalls to get to where they needed to be.  The ones that didn't make it were in various stages of decay and it was surprising that there were no carrion eaters around to vacuum up the meat available.  We didn't hang around too long at the bridge as a crowd had formed courtesy of a tour bus that had just stopped.
We pushed on along Park Avenue to the next bridge and just beyond here it was possible to go down to the riverside itself on a small beach area.  This shallow stretch of river was being used by salmon to spawn and we were here right in the middle of spawning season.  Those brave and determined fish that had made it here were readying the riverbed for their eggs and the shallow water was a hive of activity.  In some cases the fish were in parts of the river that were barely deep enough to allow for proper swimming.  The number of salmon carcasses here was enormous as the fish die here as soon as they have completed the spawning process.
With the pungent smell of rotting salmon up our noses (not actually as bad as it sounds) we continued along Park Avenue to the next bridge, which we crossed.  We caught up with a Duck Tour Bus here - it looked like a fun trip although I have heard some stories of these vehicles sinking.  We turned right on the other side of the bridge and continued along the other shore of the creek.  We passed by a hatchery and eagle centre (didn't look like there was much doing there) and entered a delightful park at the back.  The water feature through the park was quite fascinating with sections of path intertwined between man-made channels of the stream.  If you were feeling very energetic it is possible to continue along the street at the far end of the park and head up into the hills beyond for (I imagine - we didn't try it) magnificent views across the harbour and the islands offshore.  Sadly it was a bit misty and the cloud layer was quite low so we didn't think it was worth expending the energy.
We crossed back over the creek for the last time and found the Totem Pole Centre.  We thought this was worth a visit so we paid the small entrance fee and went inside.  What we found was an interesting collection of totem poles from many different eras and a full history of how they came into being.  The museum took nearly an hour of our time and really should not be missed if you decide to do this hike.
Creek Street
Having digested all there was to know about totem poles and admired the artwork and its distinctive style we were ready to head off once again.  At the end of the street was an attractive looking church like building.  This was once St Elizabeth's Church, originally built for the Ketchikan Native people when segregation was the order of the day.  Now it has a rather unusual use - it serves as the city's mortuary.  As we passed the church we also saw another of Ketchikan's natives - a bald eagle sitting in the tree above us.  I did wonder whether the eagle population here had something to do with the lack of seagulls I saw?
Creek Street
The walk continued down the hill past the cultural centre for Ketchikan Indian Communities.  A number of peoples organised themselves into a community, including Tinglit, Haida and Tsimshian tribes.  It is fair to say that this community still has a big influence over the culture of the city if the totem poles and other art installations are anything to go by.  At the bottom of the hill we passed by the Sun Raven totem pole.  This is a replica of one that stood on nearby Tongass Island and was raised here in 2003.
We walked back down towards the main centre of Ketchikan but before we got there we took a left turn and headed along the breakwater of the present harbour.  Amazingly this area once housed a baseball field (until the 1920s) and in 1922 became the destination of the first plane to reach here from Seattle, some 900 miles away.  The harbour was created in the 1930s and is used mainly for small craft.  The huge cruise ship docked outside dominated the scene.  This was not our ship but the Crystal Serenity, built in 2003 and christened by none other than Dame Julie Andrews.  In front was the Noordam, a Holland America Line ship that tracked us for much of our cruise.

Nob Hill View
We walked to the end of the breakwater and turned back having satisfied ourselves that the view wasn't a lot different.  We found our way back initially to the main street and then entered the Creek Street historic centre of Ketchikan.  It wasn't always so clean though - it was the red light district in days gone by, with over 30 bawdy houses lining the creek here.  During Prohibition this also became the main area to get a drink, with supplies being sent up through trapdoors from boats that made it up the creek.

Cruise Ship
Nowadays Creek Street is a thriving street of trinket shops, although the fare is mostly higher quality than along the dock side.  Some of the buildings had interesting histories though - we passed by June's Cafe which reputedly had the best chili in town.  Not much is known about June, but the cafe was run by Vivian Inman for more than 50 years.  As a black woman she must have stood out in the community but she was well known as being a flamboyant character apparently, which probably helped no end.  We also passed the preacher's house, a well known prostitute den until a preacher moved in and tried to clean things up.  When he realised he was fighting a losing battle he changed his address even if he did not move house!  Dolly's House is the most famous though - she was the most famous madam in town.  The sign on the side of the building says "Dolly's House - where both men and salmon come upstream to spawn".  It offered tours but I think I got the basic idea about the place.

At the end of Creek Street we crossed the creek and retraced our route from earlier in the day past the city museum.  Sadly we didn't have time to go and look but I am sure there are some interesting tales of how the first settlers came to live here as well as a history of the native peoples.  Instead we continued down Dock Street and then Main Street.  As we did so we passed by the old fire station, founded in 1900.  Inside is an old 1927 pumper - the department obviously didn't want to part with it!

Eagle Park
Our route eventually took us up to the Nob Hill overlook where we got a good view of our own cruise ship, the harbour and the islands beyond.  It was very tempting to go higher in town to take a wider look but sadly there just wasn't time.  This walk did provide an excellent overview of the town though - there were some interesting buildings to look at along the way and the stories were surprisingly short time ago.  Our walk was almost over but we retraced our steps back down to the harbourside and our path came out at the mouth of the tunnel underneath Nob Hill.  This is said to be the only one in the world that can be driven through, around and over.  On the face of it that sounds rather pointless but it did help ease some traffic problems when completed in 1954.  That pretty much ended our walk - we then headed off for some much needed lunch!

Monday, 31 October 2016

Stanley Park

Coal Harbour
Is there a finer municipal park anywhere in the world?  If there is I have yet to visit it.  I first visited Stanley Park in Vancouver as an impressionable 18 year old on my first trip away from Europe.  I then visited again some years later when  I lived in the Pacific Northwest for a year while on an exchange from my home university.  Both of these visits left an indelible mark on me and especially the second one when I walked the coast path around the park on a dismal December day.  I vowed then that I would come back on a beautiful summer's day to see it at its best.  Little did I know it would take me more than 20 years!  It was one of the top things I wanted to do on our North American trip this summer and was really pleased that we found such a perfect day!

Totem Poles
Stanley Park has a long history.  It was originally settled by the Salish people and when Vancouver was first established as a city the founders took the far sighted decision to incorporate it as a park (in 1888).  The park is hugely popular - even on a weekday it was pretty difficult to find a parking spot and rendezvous with my cousin who was to accompany us on this walk.  We eventually met up and made a start on the walk around the sea wall.  At the start we weren't entirely sure we would make it as it was such a hot day but we thought we would see how far we would get before the heat got to us.

Cruise Ships and Downtown
We started our walk just south of Painter's Circle and fortified ourselves with a Japadog before getting going.  This was a rather strange fusion of Hot Dog with Japanese garnish - satisfying and yet with a strange flavour I couldn't quite put my finger on.  Washed down with a nice big drink it was good fuel to get us on our way.  Painter's Circle had a few exhibitors but not too much in the way of painting going on.  All along the way were signs asking people not to take pictures - I guess this has become a bit of a problem in this digital age.

Brockton Point
On the sea wall the path was heaving with walkers, cyclists and roller skaters.  The horse drawn wagons were doing a brisk trade too - I imagine this is a lovely way to see the shoreline road.  Our view across the water was to downtown Vancouver with its skyscrapers gleaming in the afternoon sun.  There were plenty of yachts in the harbour completing the scene.  We decided to head anti-clockwise around the trail - this seems to be convention and certainly the way that cars on the shoreline road take on a one-way route.

Horse Drawn
The first point of interest along the way was the Totem Park - a fantastic display of totem poles that also acted as a honey pot for many of the tourists visiting today.  None of the poles are especially old - most have been carved in the last 50 years.  The intricacies of the designs and the unique nature of this form of artwork deserved some time to look at properly and we paused here for quite a while.  Off to one side was a bronze piece called Shore to Shore, a sculpture commemorating the ancestral connection between the indigenous people and the Portuguese settlers.  This was perhaps the most fascinating of all the pieces and we enjoyed reading the back story behind the sculpture.

Lion's Gate from Brockton Point
The seawall walk continued eastwards and we overlooked the Canada Pavilion, built for Expo 86, the World Trade Fair that I visited on my first trip to Vancouver.  It now acts as a cruise ship terminal and two ships were docked - one was the Sun Princess and the other the Celebrity Millennium.  It got us quite excited for we were due to go on a cruise in a few days time on a different Princess ship.  This particular one is a sister ship to the Sea Princess, which hit the headlines a few weeks later when two of her passengers were arrested for drug running!

Angry Wasp
We passed the Nine O'Clock gun named for obvious reasons.  The gun has been around for some time, originally cast during George III's reign in 1816 and brought over to Vancouver in 1894. It was rather smaller than I imagined, but then I suppose if it were much bigger it might cause some damage with its alarm.  As we passed by I became aware of a seaplane about to take off.  This was the first of many that we saw on our walk - there is a very regular (if a little expensive) service to Vancouver Island.  I imagine this is pretty well used by those that need to do the journey to the provincial capital Victoria quickly.  The plane made a noise rather like an angry wasp as it disappeared over the water to its destination.

Girl in a Wetsuit
Just past the gun and the shoreline changed direction, briefly heading north to Brockton Point.  We got a great view down the Fraser River, which reaches the sea in Vancouver after a tortuous route from the distant Canadian Rockies.  It has carved quite a gash through the landscape and it is no surprise to see how big it is at its mouth.  At Brockton Point we passed by the small lighthouse warning shipping of the danger that this rock poses.  The path continued along the north shore of the park and past the Totem Park once again.  The distance from north shore to south shore at this point is only a matter of tens of metres.  What was remarkable though was how soon we seemed to lose the crowds - few seemed to continue after the totem poles and accompanying gift shop.

Empress of Japan
Our view changed markedly too in these few metres.  We had swapped our Downtown view for one across to North Vancouver and Grouse Mountain beyond (where we had spent the first part of the day).  In the far distance was the enormous Lions Gate Bride, the impressive structure that takes traffic from Downtown to North and West Vancouver across the Fraser River.  Our walk was now in shade too, a welcome relief after the heat of the south shore.

Celebrity Millennium
This part of the walk was very pleasant and quieter.  We passed by a children's play area that was very well equipped and fairly busy but otherwise our attention was mostly on the water.  As we wandered along two large ships passed by - the first a container ship loaded to the gunnels and possibly heading out across the Pacific Ocean to the Far East.  Much of Vancouver's trade heads in that direction.  Not long after the Celebrity Millennium headed out on its cruise, most likely to Alaska.  As they passed we passed by Girl in a Wetsuit, a play on the mermaid sculpture that famously guards the sea in Copenhagen.  This one has been here since 1992 and isn't so famous...

Lion's Gate Bridge
Even more eye catching further ahead was the figurehead from the RMS Empress of Japan, once known as the 'Queen of the Pacific' and was the fastest ship across the Pacific.  She was built in 1890 and continued in service until the 1920s when she was withdrawn from service.  Some of her interior fittings found their way into local homes but the figurehead was rescued from the scrapheap by the local newspaper and put on display here.  The one on display now is not the original but a replica - the original is in the City's Maritime Museum.

Prospect Point
We decided to carry on as far as Lions Gate Bridge and then cut up through the park due to the temperature and the distance back.  However what we didn't reckon on were the high cliffs on the other side of the bridge, which precluded any trip inland.  I'm not sure any of us were too disappointed for the walk was to take on a rather different dimension now.  The bridge seemed to mark a turning point - the coast was now less river and more sea as we looked out across more expansive water to Vancouver Island in the distance.  Lions Gate Bridge looked particularly impressive from below - the rumble of cars overhead reminded us what an important artery this is.  The bridge was built in 1938 and the decks were completely replaced about 15 years ago.  It is high enough that even the biggest ships can pass underneath comfortably.

Siwash Rock
Having passed the bridge we now had the seawall pretty much to ourselves save for the most intrepid runner (and there were a few of them - I imagine the whole sea wall is on their regular routes).  The cliffs on the shore side of the sea wall were impenetrable for quite some time - in fact well past Siwash Rock.  This eye-catching feature is unusual - in fact it is the only stack offshore at Stanley Park.  Made of basalt it is rather more resistant to wave action than the surrounding sandstone.  It is adorned by a bit of shrubbery at the top and despite looking very inviting to climb there a number of signs warning people not to.  I guess the chances of accidents are pretty high but also the stack looked like it could be fragile if attacked too many times by enthusiastic climbers.

Approaching Third Beach
Shortly after passing the rock and we passed by Third Beach.  I never really took Vancouver for being a beach kind of place but this one was certainly very popular with planty of bodies laying out enjoying the heat of the sun.  Not everyone was wearing clothes either - not something I expected to see in North America!  We considered turning inland here but by now we had walked enough of the wall to continue all the way down to Second Beach.  We rounded Ferguson Point and looped around the next bay when the Downtown skyscrapers came into sight once again.  This was probably the quietest stretch of the whole walk - no doubt most people that had walked along this stretch were now lounging on the beach!

Third Beach
At Second Beach is a large outdoor swimming pool that had more than a few customers.  The thought of having a dip was quite appealing but sadly we hadn't brought any swimming stuff and so had to push on.  By now we were ready to cut across the southern boundary of the park to rendezvous with our starting point.  We took the route along the southern shore of Lost Lagoon.  I assumed this was a natural feature but was rather surprised to learn that it is man made.  Apparently it was constructed when the road to Lion's Gate Bridge was built across a causeway and cutting off what had originally been a continuation of Burrard Inlet.  The landscaping of the lake was top notch for now it is a popular place for birdwatchers who come to see the variety of life that the lake supports.

As we wandered along the path here the distance and the heat were beginning to catch up with us.  I felt hotter when I saw what a chap in front of us was wearing - he looked pretty disheveled and was buttonholing people that he passed.  I quickly realised that he was a religious zealot so gave him a wide berth - hapless passers by weren't so lucky.

Black Squirrel
We soon came to the main road that bisects the park and went underneath via a subway.  This was less grand than the Lion's Gate Bridge that we had passed under on the other side of the park but the effect was the same - it was a relief to not have to deal with the traffic.  Immediately we were back on the shore of Coal Harbour and from here it was a short distance back to the car and completion of the walk.  We felt a little relieved to have made it and some cold drinks at the end certainly were very welcome.  In truth this is not a hard walk but I'm not sure I would want to do it again on such a hot day.  For a walk around an urban park though this surely cannot be beaten.  If you are in Vancouver give yourself enough time to do it yourself - you won't be disappointed!

Coal Harbour