Stanley Park

When D was young (heck, we were all young), we came up here every summer for a weekend at the Sylvia Hotel, a bike ride around Stanley Park, and the fireworks. I guess that routine ended when D began high school, so while we've been back to Vancouver many times, we've done it differently.

But this year M and I decided to come back - we pretty much picked up the routine where we left off - albeit without D. The bike ride was great - thought a bit crowded. The weather was wonderful.

Writing this a week later, I'd note that right after we left, the heat went up and the smoke from the BC forest fires blew in, and the last week was probably not very pretty up there (or down here, either).