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Ross Laird on Vancouver's best beaches

By rosslaird on July 6, 2004 - 4:17pm

Vancouver has some of the best beaches on the west coast of the Americas: vast, open beaches, small beaches, secret beaches. But most people &#8212 even locals who have lived here for many years &#8212 are familiar only with the big kahuna beaches: Spanish Banks, the Stanley Park beaches, Wreck Beach. There's a great deal more to explore. Here are my votes for the best beaches (and other waterfront landmarks) in various categories:

Best beach in the Lower Mainland

Centennial Beach. No question about it. But if you live downtown, or on the north shore, you've probably never heard of it. On the east side of the Tsawassen peninsula, running in a great swath of white sand all the way down to Point Roberts, Centennial beach is a wonder. The tidal flow from Georgia Straight slides alongside the shore, keeping the water fresh and lively. The sand is identical in texture and color to the Molokai beaches of Hawaii. Amenities are minimal, but so are the crowds. (Follow Highway 99 south through the tunnel, take the ferries exit, follow the signs for Tsawassen, enter the town, turn left at the mall.)

Best beach in central Vancouver

Most votes in this category would go to Spanish Banks &#8212 and that's almost my vote as well. But for the best experience, you need to go west from Spanish Banks, past the final parking lot and slightly up the hill toward UBC. Nowadays, the roadside sign on the hill says Pacific Spirit Park, but old-time locals know this area as Foreshore park (sometimes spelled Forshore). Park in the gravel lot, follow the trail down to the shore, and walk west about 10 or 15 minutes.

A Museum Addict Goes to Storyeum

By rosslaird on June 22, 2004 - 11:20am

Storyeum

I love museums. Nowhere does the tension between the present and the past play itself out more directly. Museums are the keepers of the narratives of the human story, and often the keepers of secrets. They are quiet places, and full of promise.

Burns Bog Preserved: Mythology and Ecology

By rosslaird on June 15, 2004 - 11:51pm

At the south end of the Alex Fraser bridge, twenty minutes along a trail fringed with pink flowers of hardhack and gangly stalks of sweet gale, a black spruce stands against a spring sky. Here, within earshot of the encroaching highways of suburban Vancouver, a broad bole streaked with umber meanders skyward. High up, an eagle rides a crest of sea air, glances down, then spirals away. Through a lattice of dark branches restless with vigor, nomadic flecks of blue sweep toward the horizon. A rustling brown blur in the canopy — squirrel — cracks a narrow branch. Underfoot, a long skein of root twists out from the great trunk, meanders toward a bristled head of cottongrass. The quick trill of a robin sounds nearby.

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