Big White or Bust...

With nothing but the best intentions Tim, Michelle, Chantelle and I left Vancouver on a mission to deliver me to Big White. Tim and I had both read about some natural hot springs north of Whistler that sounded like fun and were keen to check them out on the way. Michelle and Chantelle were along for the ride and a long weekend road trip began...

We drove the sea to sky highway between Vancouver and Whistler which is a magical piece of road akin to the Great Ocean Road back home. Howe Sound on one side of the car and mountains that disappear into the clouds on the other...when the 2010 Olympics are held here if the athletes are not nervous enough the drive to Whistler will test their mettle.

After lunching at Whistler and getting a feel for a ski resort which is quite like nothing I had imagined we headed north to Pemberton and the Meagher Creek Hot Springs. The trip went a little like this..

Horses and a stray llama in a field...

Rustic farm houses...

Forestry roads in BC are a hidden gem...

Unfortunately sometimes driving them can loosen more than it should

Not really helping...?

Finally we made it

We spent the afternoon in the hot springs relaxing in the incredibly warm water with a near freezing white water river rushing past. It was quite surreal. We were accompanied by some interesting characters. A 30 something yoga addict that did not have an ounce of fat one him and had more abdominal muscles than I cared to take notice of...oh and he had a thing about wearing clothes...just didn't do it. And his mate...a 50 something Jack Nicholson look-a-like who like to lie on the hot rocks in his birthday suit. A relaxing time was had by all and as the sun set we headed back to Whistler to spend the night at a house owned by a friend of Tim's.

We arrived in Whistler well into the evening and after a counter meal retired to a house lost in a time warp. An old family home, the original owner had lost his life in an unfortunate accident and the house resembled all that was him...it was the most beautiful family home with character in every room and a feel that can only come from a generation of children unwrapping Christmas presents.

We woke late the next morning and after an rushed but enjoyable cooked breakfast bid Chantelle goodbye and turned the Hilux towards Big White...of course we had to turn it down a hill as by now we could not start the car using the ignition...the trip went a little like this:

Everyone likes a log jam...my only advise...the little logs...not so strong - my legs dried surprisingly quickly under the car heater. These birds just land on your hand.

But often take off before the camera is ready.

Ham. cheese and tomato sandwiches for dinner on the side of the road listening to Fat Freddy's Drop cranked on the stereo with a few hours of driving still ahead of us...
Home Sweet Home...my pad at Big White...more on this later.

It was an awesome road trip...thanks for driving Tim and i'll see you at Big White for a ski holiday later this season in return...

My kids are getting Archer Fish...not goldfish!

According to Google, Tim LS and a number of others, on a rainy day in Vancouver the aquarium is amongst the top five things to do and see (the other 4 did not appeal at all and unfortunately the Museum of Anthropology at UBC was closed for renovations...it is supposed to be brilliant!!).

So on a slightly damp day I took myself back to Stanley Park to check it out. Being a bit of a nerd I spent 4.5 hours in the aquarium that makes AQWA look like a fish bowl. The place has a heavy BC influence but also boasts a large area dedicated to the Amazon and its giant freshwater fish which was amazing.

The stars of the aquarium were historically the orcas or killer whales...but since Free Willy they have made way for a family of beluga whales - you know those white whales that kind of look half dolphin, half whale.

Without wanting to bore you to much with the gory details that I spent 4.5 hours getting off on, here are a couple of pics from the aquarium.

For $20 it was a pretty good afternoon and after reading every information board in the place and looking into every tank I went home very satisfied having found some very non-descript looking fish in a lonely tank at the back of the aquarium - the Archer Fish.

Nature nerds amongst you will recognise these guys - they are a favourite with documentary makers because of their unique hunting technique. Archer Fish squirt water at insects on the trees, branches and roots above them to dislodge the insect and then catch it in the water for lunch.

Having spent way too much time reading the available information, staring hopefully into the tank that one might actually squirt water and watching the video of them squirting insects off a stick on the adjacent monitor...and rewinding and re-watching in slow motion the same 45 seconds of footage too many times...I attracted the attention of a very helpful young girl who worked for the aquarium.

She was a total Archer Fish nerd and was only too happy to share my excitement at seeing them. So much so she went out the back retrieved the feeding stick and a small plastic container with about 40 crickets in it. The stick was placed inside the tank above the water on some specially built brackets and the crickets were fed down a funnel and on to the stick poised about 30cm above the water line where they would meet their fate.

It didn't take long for the Archer Fish to get to work squirting the crickets so hard they would fly up off the stick and hit the top of the tank (another 30cm) before falling into the water. There was no love lost between the fish with a direct hit no guarantee that the fish next to you would not eat what you shot.

I shot the video below if you are interested...sorry about the length but you can't rush nature and my video editing software would not support the file type.

Pablo in the Park

Nestled in the heart of Vancouver is Stanley Park. At roughly 10km in circumference it is larger than New York's Central Park and offers unparalleled views of Vancouver's city skyline, the harbour and across to North Vancouver and the mountains.

I spent an entire day in the park (well not quite a full day as I had become accustomed to sleeping in by this stage) but you could easily do it. Walking the sea wall around the park is a good outing in itself and very popular with both tourists and locals trying to find space for exercise in a big city.

The pictures below show the view from the Nine O'clock Gun (south to north) starting with the city across the harbour to North Vancouver.

Stanley Park is full of great Vancouver attractions including the Vancouver Aquarium, a series of statues purchased by British Columbia over the years and plaques detailing the many historic events which occurred in and around the park.

The Nine O'clock gun was traditionally fired at precisely 9pm every evening so the captains of the ships in the harbour could set their chronometers. Of course the ship's captain would have to look for the flash of the gun to set his (or her but really....unlikely) watch otherwise by the time the sound travelled to him (settled on this now) it would be a few seconds past nine...

Today the gun still fires every evening at precisely 9pm and can be heard as far away as North Vancouver. The ship's captains however, look in the bottom right hand corner of their computer screen and see the precise time and date without any regard for the gun.

It's been a hectic few weeks to say the least!! The good news is I now have my own internet connection so I can keep this blog updated. Apologies for the last few weeks it has been difficult without the internet and to be perfectly honest there were just too many fun things to do...

I'm going to go back in time to get everyone up to date but will write less and show more so that I have at least some of my Sunday afternoon left to relax in the hot tub.

Back in Vancouver Tim is mad keen downhill mountain biker (and seakayaker, snowboarder, hiker and general outdoorsman). Tim's the kind of nice guy that will happily take you out and show you his world so on the first Saturday I was staying with him he took me to Mt Fromme for some incredible downhill biking.

I rented a bike from the local shop - the kind of bike that costs more than a second hand car, has front and rear suspension, hydraulic disc brakes and wasn't made for comfort. It looked like this:

To add a degree of difficulty North Americans have their brake levers on the opposite handle bars to home...so the left hand controls the front brake and the right hand the rear...the first thing I did was unscrew the brake levers and change that...it's hard to unlearn how to ride a bike.

The top of Mt Fromme is not accessible by car so we had to park at the bottom of the hill and ride up to the top of the trail we were going to attempt.

The ride up was incredible we rode past the seventh switchback and it was gruelling to say the least. But also quite beautiful with a decent fog in the trees the sunlight was amazing.

With all the gear on at the top of the trail I looked something like this:

We rode down on a trail called "Seventh Secret" a black diamond run...great thanks Tim...did I mention that I live in the flattest city on earth and have only ever ridden my bike on the footpath before...

It was off the hook...the trail started with a near vertical 2m rock drop and continued down the side of Mt Fromme on a handle bar narrow path between trees, up and over rocks, across logs, wooden ladders and down what was at one point a small stream...yes in the water.

Some more photos from the trip below:

If you ever get a chance to do this don't let it go by. It was an amazing afternoon out there. By the end I could hardly walk I was that tired. The trail that we followed whilst graded as a black run was entirely 'rollable' meaning that you didn't need to be able to lift your front wheel off the ground or jump anything you could ride up, over, across and down all obstacles (I proved that you could also walk around a few of them...). Of course if you had the skills you could really do some crazy things up there.

Sorry Tim...I couldn't resist...

Pablo has no internet connection on the mountain and is paying by the minute so I'll be brief.

I've moved into my studio apartment and it is small but comfortable and it has everything I need.

The good news is it will not stop snowing!!! Off to buy snow boots on Sat to deal with knee deep snow at my front door.