On a short, wintry, cloud-scudded day, we hopped in our plane and flew to Nanaimo airport (CYCD) for a quick, scenic flight across the Georgia Straight, followed by a yummy lunch at the Cottonwood Golf Course Restaurant. Continue reading “Cottonwood Golf course & restaurant, Nanaimo, BC”
A plethora of rocky beaches and sun-dappled forest trails, near a strip of upbeat art galleries, quirky shops, ocean-view bistros, and a local craft brewery: Willingdon Beach is a traveler’s gem. Continue reading “Historic Willingdon Beach & the Millennium Park Trails, Powell River, BC”
Through the site of a historic lumber mill, along leafy trails and quiet residential lanes, and beside seawalls offering splendid views of Burrard Inlet and downtown Vancouver, the Spirit Trail traverses most of North Vancouver and some of West Van … for directions, just follow the white bubbles painted on the pathways.
We started our cycling trip by driving to Heywood Street in North Vancouver, just above the Park and Tilford shopping centre, and parking at the south end, where Heywood Street meets Third Street. (Folks renting bicycles from downtown Vancouver can just as easily start the trail from Lonsdale Quay, heading east towards the iconic wheat-pool silos of North Vancouver, or west towards West Vancouver and Ambleside Beach).
The Third Street overpass (no cars allowed) offers unique views into the CN rail-yards, and from there, the path leads you up a slight slope into a meandering, lightly forested path where rocks bearing bizarre and fanciful inscriptions about crows dot the edge of the trail (I think it’s meant to be poetry).
This is the site of historic Moodyville, the first sawmill erected on the North Shore (about 1862) and the first significant non-Native settlement on this side of Burrard Inlet. For forty years, Moodyville shipped lumber to Britain, Mexico, China, and Australia, until it closed in 1901 due to rampant over-logging of the North Shore’s lush old growth forests. Placards bearing old photographs of flumes and lumberjacks offer insights into the era.
The trail pops out into a residential neighbourhood with a laneway that was very cleverly designed with glass-window barriers running the length of it, affording cyclists and pedestrians a sweeping view of the downtown shoreline. The Spirit Trail is marked with signposts and telltale white “bubbles” painted on crosswalks and pathway forks, with the occasional big red dot to reassure you that you’re on the right path.
Oddly, it also abruptly ends at certain points, and one must flounder one’s way about until one sees the telltale bubbles again (notably around the Shipyards area, behind the Pinnacle at the Pier Hotel, just east of Lonsdale Quay). We chose to take paths that were closest to the sea, which was the prettiest route, eventually picking up the “white bubble” trail at the very foot of Lonsdale Avenue, beside the Tap and Barrel restaurant.
Once past Lonsdale Quay, rather than follow adjacent to the rail tracks, which the bubbles indicated we ought to do, we chose to cycle close to the picturesque Burrard Inlet . We were rewarded for our defiance with beautiful views of Waterfront Park and downtown Vancouver. The Spirit Trail led next into the Creek Marina, where rows of charming houseboats made for postcard-perfect pictures against the backdrop of the North Shore mountains. Alas, the Spirit Trail is abruptly decapitated at the end of the marina, for it seems (ironically) that despite the trail’s nomenclature, some folks are very NIMBY about the trail going through their residential lane-ways.
One must therefore backtrack out of the pretty little marina, but not before first stopping off at the quaint High Boat Cafe, a dockside eatery with a sun-drenched patio and 18 year history (closes at 2pm on Saturday). While admiring the striking silver steeples of nearby St. Paul’s Parish (an Indian church from 1884), we slaked our thirst with a cool drink from High Boat. Next , we gamely headed up the incline of Forbes Street to Third, turned left onto Third (heading west) and down the wide sidewalk on the south side of Third. At the bottom, we turned left onto Bewicke and once again picked up the Spirit Trail.
More scenic seafront greeted us as we rode into Kings Mill Walk, a very lovely dog walk park and picnic area. The trail eventually parallels McKay creek (beavers live in this area–see my blogpost about the McKay Creek beavers), wends up an attractive overpass, pops you out onto West 1st street.
Follow the bubbles across the street and along the road, where they’ll lead you into the peaceful green parks and path of the Norgate section of the Spirit Trail. This, in turn, will lead you right under the Lion’s Gate Bridge and into Park Royal. The trail continues from here, parallel to the West Vancouver seawall, but before proceeding, the Village at Park Royal is an excellent spot to stop and sample some of the lovely cafes, restaurants, pubs, chocolatiers, and bakeries of the Village at Park Royal and replace some of those calories you’ve just worn off.
If you’re visiting from out of town and don’t own a bicycle of your own, you might be able to rent at Endless Biking in North Vancouver, or you can rent a bike from the plethora of bicycle rental stores around Stanley Park and either catch the Seabus over (bicycles are allowed on board), or, if you’re in really good shape and very enthusiastic, cycle through Stanley Park and over the Lion’s Gate Bridge to Park Royal.
It’s a faerie wonderland of huge cedars rubbing shoulders with old hemlocks, picturesque creeks fit for water sprites, and sandbar beaches where ocean nymphs might be swimming offshore, among rare Jurassic glass-sponges.
Snuggled on the narrow isthmus which separates Sechelt Inlet from the Salish Sea, the town of Sechelt on the Sunshine Coast derives its name from the shíshálh First Nations word that means “land between two waters.”
Flying into Sechelt offers extraordinary views of the Strait of Georgia and the Sunshine Coast, backed by snow-capped mountains on the mainland and Vancouver Island. For those without their own wings, fly a frog: C-Frog is the registration mark of the plane belonging to Fly Coastal, a local flight tour company that, with the appropriate magic words and gold coins (or plain old Canadian dollars), can get you airborne and bewitched with the views.
For fly-in pilots, the Elphinstone Aeroclub at Sechelt airport (CAP3) has great facilities for an onsite picnic breakfast or lunch (bring your own groceries; red-riding hood not required).
Just behind the airport’s south boundary fence is the perfect place to walk off granny’s baked goodies– the upper trailhead for the Chapman Creek trail.
This charming trail wends its way through shady forest, down gullies, and over a little bridge that spans Chapman Creek. At every sylvan turn, one expects to meet hobbits or glimpse dryads peeping out from behind moss-covered boulders and tree-trunks. The trail will, apparently, lead the enthusiastic hiker all the way down to Davis Bay. (Alas, we’ve not yet been enthusiastic enough to confirm this).If a sun-drenched stroll along the beachfront appeals more than a forest hike, a magic-carpet-ride from CAP3 airport to Mission Point Park will whisk you to the seaside for about $12 (as of October 2017) by calling Sunshine Coast Taxi Sechelt: (604) 885-3666.
Cut through green and leafy Mission Point Park to the beach, which is a slim sandy crescent at high tide, and at low tide, a robust rocky sandbar.
There’s magic beneath those waves: reef forming glass sponges, believed to have been extinct for over 40 million years, that exist nowhere else on earth. Glass sponge reefs once covered vast areas of the prehistoric sea floor, back when lizard-like giants roamed the earth. In the late Jurassic period, a glass sponge reef that was the largest biotic structure in the history of the world stretched 7,000 kilometres across the sea, all the way to where Europe is currently located. But somehow, somewhen, it all disappeared… or so we thought, until in 1987, when scientists discovered four massive glass sponge reefs in BC, and in 2001, some smaller reefs in the Strait of Georgia. Some of the individual glass sponges out under those very waves in the Strait of Georgia are the size of VW beetles. Some of the larger ones in the Hectate Strait are 9000 years old, cover 1,000 sq. kms and reach the height of an eight-storey building!!
Alas, you must imagine all this as you stare across the panoramic Strait of Georgia… unless you visit local underwater wizards and have them work their magic with you, to take you beneath the waves: The Scuba Shack and The Seadog Divers Den
Back on land, north of Mission Point Park, directly across the Sunshine Coast Highway (there are pedestrian controlled crosswalk lights to briefly halt the flow of charging tin dragons that roar up and down the asphalt), is Brookman Park, an off-leashing romping ground for Fido and friends.Delightful riparian trails meander alongside Chapman Creek, and yes, we actually glimpsed two bearded dwarfs en-route.This is the lower half of the trail that apparently links up to the airport. Again, we didn’t follow the full length of it, choosing instead to walk only a portion. We stayed on the leafy “ungroomed” trail rather than take any forks that led away from the root-gnarled path (save for where the river bank precipitously dropped away). Some of the signposts marking the trail actually lead to roads–we preferred to stick to the leafy creek-side trails.
We then returned to Mission Point Park and strolled the length of the sea-walk, right to the Davis Bay pier.
We spent a delightful hour or so on the pier itself, gazing at sea-sprites disguised as jellyfish, fry, and fingerlings.
Although there is no Prancing Pony Inn where one might find a cup of mead and Gandalf the Grey, there are several cafes right across from the pier if one needs fortification of the caloric kind. The Gourmet Girl Cafe boasts a variety of “sexy” soups, salads, burgers, sandwiches and sea-salt fries, and the Pier 17 Restaurant offers much the same, with draft beers but no promise that their food is sexy. When pilots are done hiking, strolling, beach-combing, eating, and fish-gazing, a taxi from the pier back to the airport costs about $18.
For those non-pilots who really want to experience the fantastic scenery of the Sunshine Coast from the skies, fly to Sechelt via Harbour Air or Sunshine Coast Air or maybe even Tofino Air Note: some of these are float plane services which will take you into Sechelt itself, an approximate $60 cab ride away from Davis Bay and Mission Point park. Blackcomb Helicopters may also helicopter charter service to and from the Sunshine Coast.
For those who are wingless and don’t wish to take to the skies, to reach Sechelt from Vancouver, catch a 40 minute ferry ride Horseshoe Bay in West Vancouver, then drive for 27 km up Highway 101.