the day was absolutely perfect. i threw on my big cotton sun hat and we strapped all the cameras on us to go for a walk along the waterfront path that starts from sapperton landing. we didn't realize the starting point was so close. we spent more time waiting for the bus longer than the trip itself. one stop. something to remember for next time.
the scene on the path is pastoral and quiet, virtually empty of people, giving us free rein with our cameras. along the way there are explanations of what has been done in the area. conservation and reclamation efforts somewhat mimic a sort of wetland area. small signs posted declare that the plants have been planted but they will be allowed to grow as they will. the trill of birdsong is in the air all around us. tall birdhouses are dotted throughout the tall grasses like erratic sentries. i notice that there are no pigeons or crows spoiling the scene.
the track tails out into railway tracks and we realize the description of the path leading all the way to new westminster quay means that the path ends. there is nowhere to walk but alongside the tracks and there is no sidewalk along the narrow road that runs alongside the railway tracks. we follow the tracks like a couple of hobos making our way to the next town, taking pictures along the way. i lose my sweater and have to double back. with my sling bag, camera bag and other paraphernalia, shaun says i look like a storm trooper or something.
a train does go by, but it passes on another set of tracks and passes over us, casting debris down onto us.
we finally get to a gap where it is safe to cross the street, we do, and continue our walk along front street. we get to the other side and notice a big double locomotive firing up to head down the tracks we just came from, and laugh. it could have been interesting. us plastered against the fence waiting for the train to go by. the narrow passage wouldn't afford much more. it would have been an experience. the antique row shops are open and we hopscotch in and out, idly window shopping. we need a tv stand for the bedroom, and want it to match the waterfall style of the all the funky furniture we already have in there. it could be quite the undertaking. so far we've come up with nothing. it may have to involve power tools and re-purposing something else.
we end up at the paddlewheeler, which is pretty much the only half decent place to wet the whistle at the end of the road. the market has since been closed for good. just in time for our arrival to the area. it's something we found out the week before, much to our chagrin; extensive renovations. in a year or so the new westminster quay will have a new face. apparently it will rival granville island market. i'll be the judge of that. i can't wait.