I’d hiked the Burnaby Lake trail in the summer, but because I had to meet up with someone, didn’t have enough time to circuit more than half of the trail. It took me until fall before I returned, starting at the opposite end away from where the Brunette River flowed into Burnaby Lake to hike the trail near Still Creek.
The creek was so calm on the day I entered the regional park, the reflections were as clear as a mirror’s. I was glad I waited until summer was over because I glimpsed the park under different conditions.
But as I rounded one bend along the Burnaby Loop Trail, there was a warning from the Burnaby Lake Flyers “hoods-up” about overhead remote controlled planes. One hummed overhead and while I kept one eye on its progress, I spotted another caught in a poplar.
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