We drove through the quiet neighborhoods, perplexed and anxious. Were we on the right track? Perhaps the vaunted google maps is failing us now, taking us to some private parts of North Vancouver where we shouldn’t be. Or perhaps this was a good sign that our next destination, Lighthouse Park, was a hidden gem. We pushed on. And boy were we glad we did.
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We arrived at the near empty parking lot. Well, to say it was a parking lot assumes that there were actual paved parking spaces. There weren’t any, but that wasn’t going to stop us now. The light tapping of the famed Pacific Northwest rain gave us vigor as we began our short hike to the lighthouse. We were alone. The dark forest wasn’t as frightening as the silence that pervaded this lush green walk, but the paths were well maintained. It didn’t take long before we arrived at an open gate and a brightly lit house – the park ranger’s house. “You may enter up to the lighthouse when this gate is open,” the sign on the railings told us.
So we wandered through and at the end of the path stood a beacon of light, literally. The dark sky had cleared up somewhat and we could see Downtown Vancouver in the distance. I took a couple photos then backtracked to the trail. What a wonderful view and honor to be the keeper of this lighthouse, I wondered. Perhaps I could apply to be a park ranger here. It couldn’t be that hard to be a park ranger here, eh?
Back on the trail, we veered off the path and made our way to a rocky adventure. The rain made the rocks slick but they weren’t that big a deal. I felt like we were adventuring hobbits going on a quest. Down the rocky sides we went, paying close attention to the ground before us lest we wanted to tumble. I’m not sure how long it took, but at some point the brushes gave way to a clearing. We looked up and before us were wonders to be held. A little rocky beach was visible down further the trail. A couple, blankets spreading on the rocks, was enjoying the views. The singing of the birds signaled to us that the rain has passed.
We wanted to join them but didn’t want to disturb their peace so we made our way to an adjacent rock, jutting out on the sea. And there we stood for hours, gazing across the bay at little buildings, bridges, and cargo ships far in the distance. I’ve been to Vancouver dozens of times and have gone to Stanley Park just as many. I was used to the view from that side, but this was the first time I saw Stanley Park from far yonder. It was magnificent.
Dark clouds that had previously invaded the sky now gave way to blue skies here and there. A baby seal surfaced but for a second and disappeared. We stared into the water for half an hour trying to find where it might have gone but failed to find it again.
Out there on that rock, we waited for the sunset. The chill of the air rejuvenated our bodies. Slowly but surely, the sky opened up. And for the time we were there, nothing was really on my mind. I was at peace. Finally, dark orange hues took over the sky. The lighthouse with the sun-setting backdrop glowed. I took way too many shots of the idyllic scenery. I wanted to stay and linger, but at last, we must leave this wonderful place and speed towards traffic waiting for us on the other side. On the way out, we saw that another couple had nested on the side of the rock where we were, looking into the far reaches of the horizon, holding each other in that cold Pacific Northwest winter air.
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