From the car park, the West Vancouver trail led to a t-junction with no sign to indicate which way to go. I decided to head up hill over an up and down path that wound its way amongst brambles and rocks. The trail appeared as if the undergrowth hadn’t been cleared since the previous summer because in places branches hid the path so I couldn’t see where I trod.
Still, this was a beautiful hike, though hard on the knees, and on the day I walked the trail, there wasn’t a sole to be seen. I expected a bridge to cross the river for the return hike, but the trail abruptly ended next to a road and I had to cut through suburban residences to make my way back to the car park.