They’re running a large pipeline from a reservoir in the mountains to our water treatment plant. It’s still ongoing, but they’re doing a pretty good job of keeping it out of sight. If you go hiking you might see it, and if you really try you can spot the crane sticking up above the treetops. You can hide a lot of mess in a mountainside full of 100 foot firs.
Man, they’ve been doing it for a long time! It’s been since December of '02 that I moved back to the states.
It was pretty well hidden back then too; that’s one thing I’ve always admired about the Canadians… the preservation of all the greenness.
That was one of the big things that made me love BC…it’s always so green and alive, even in the middle of Vancouver, and I didn’t have to drive 1-2 hours to really be able to experience the plantlife there.
Although it probably won’t matter for such a short trip as Slude’s, and the weather would probably preclude it, I would definitely recommend renting a ragtop to see BC. The way the trees go straight up into the sky on either side of the road makes it seem like you’re driving down a tunnel, not a highway. An open top would let you see the mountains around you.
djm
That’s a really great idea…
Slude, you know this means you have to go back in the spring… 
Oh, I doubt this will be our last trip to BC. And we won’t need to rent a rag-top. I’ll just take the top off of my Jeep.
We’ve got reservations to stay at the Sylvia Hotel, overlooking English Bay and next to Stanley Park. Can anyone suggest good eats in that vicinity? (The hotel is about a block off of Denman St, which is supposed to have a lot of restaurants.)
Thanks!
John
You will be surrounded by restaurants, none of which have I been to.
Well, not quite surrounded, because you’re on the beach, but a brief stroll down denman will take you to any kinda food you can think of.
I’ve heard of, but not been to, The Elbow Room a breakfast establishment known for hearty food and customer abuse. If being dissed by a drag queen while you eat your eggs appeals, this is the place for you.
560 Davie st.
Interestingly, the effect is endearing, however. Unlike other establishments who harass their customers for fun (cf. Dick’s Last Resort), the mood here is less a formulaic kitschy stream of insults, and more like the kind of treatment you’d get eating breakfast with a sibling or a close friend. “What do you mean bring you some coffee? You can see I’ve got my hands full. You’ve got legs. . . .” Within minutes, strangers at tables next to each other were conversing, and having friendly honest discussions with the staff as well.