Just a few miles from us the Capilano river runs down a huge canyon. Someone (a Scottish civil engineer, actually) decided to put a bridge across it in 1889. That one fell down, so they built another one. That one fell down too, so they built another in the 1950s. Now you can dice with death 230 feet in the air on a swaying contraption of cables and wood. Fun for all the family!
What makes it all the more attractive is the free bus that goes from the hotel outside our flat, the light display they have at this time of year, and the benefit that if you live in BC you get an annual pass for the cost of one admission. So now when Pete misbehaves he'll be forced to "walk the bridge" until he apologises.
It got scary even before the bridge.
And then it got scarier.
First up was the cliff walk, where we learnt about geology and stuff. Apparently the canyon was made by water! Yeah, whatever.
Explorers.
First view of the main attraction: flimsy. We didn't have many canyons where I grew up, although Ellen did remind me about Cheddar Gorge.
What's holding us up.
Unfortunately Ellen and Hannah had opted to come in stilettos.
Out on a limb.
Stepping out over the abyss.
It was very busy, which added to the scary swinging. Why don't you just build it out of concrete?
One discovery of the day was that Meg is in fact a Douglas Fir! She'll be eight next month, so remains on track.
And look at this! It's a bald eagle!! It was right next to a sign that says "watch out for bald eagles", so was a bit suspicious, but seemed real.
This is the world's tallest living Christmas tree.
Told you.
There and back over the terrifying span, and Meg gets a certificate to prove her bravery. I didn't.
