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.
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
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