Category Archives: Canada’s British Columbia

Finally — a beaver

Over the years I’ve spent hours exercising around Lake LaFarge where I’ve admired an occasional bald eagle, a profusion of ducks and Canada geese and even a few tortoise sunning themselves on logs, but I had yet to spot a beaver. Continue reading Finally — a beaver

A Canada geese invasion

I read an article on how Canada geese have extended into regions  they’ve never been before because of their increasing numbers. Walking in my local park, I have to keep my eyes peeled to avoid stepping on their ubiquitous poop. Continue reading A Canada geese invasion

As still as its name

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. Continue reading As still as its name

Burnaby Lake

Situated in the city of Burnaby, this lake stretched for approximately four kilometres with lilies covering its surface in several locations. Home to countless Canada geese, it wasn’t uncommon to observe a flock glide and land on its still waters. Continue reading Burnaby Lake

UBC’s Botanical Gardens’ North Gardens

A group of university students rushed ahead of me leaving the Asian gardens. They turned into the tunnel that went under South West Marine Drive to the North Garden.

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UBC Botanical Gardens Asian section

I’d never visited these gardens before although I’d driven past a number of times. The Asian Garden was nothing like any Botanical Gardens I’d visited. It was not laid out in neat rows with every tree labeled. It was more like a beautiful forest. Continue reading UBC Botanical Gardens Asian section

By the sea of Pacific Spirit

Along the Wreck Beach Trail I spied poles rising over the sand in the distance. This was where most people hung out, sitting on logs staring into the Straight of Georgia. Continue reading By the sea of Pacific Spirit