On the way down the Capilano trail something extraordinary happened. I was in the middle of bridge over Capliano river when I saw a bird, probably duck, falling down into the water. While I was wondering what that could be, a big eagle flew over my head, no more than 3 meters away – wings spread wide in an elegant curve through the cold air. My heart jumped and I was stunned: it was way over when I first thought about taking camera. Not that it could be of any usage, anyway. My cheap old Canon won`t be able to make more than a dark shadow even if I was expecting this. But fortunately I saw the way eagle disappeared and I though it could be sitting somewhere on the pine near other side of the bridge.
And I was right :happy:
Eagle was patient enough for me to find him (or her), to make few photos despite a miserable light and to watch him/her for a while. San agreed with me that it was really unusual – she said eagles are not common that high in the wood and mountain on this part of the year.
At the beginning, no one was around to see it flying and later, when few kids appeared, I was smart enough not to say anything. I guessed eagle would not like to be more disturbed and I didn`t feel like pointing finger in his direction.
Since I didn`t have a chance to experience a "real" Canadian winter – snow on mountain passes was just a short example for what it could be like sometimes – we decided to go and visit Whistler. I don`t think I have to talk too much about that probably the most famous village in B.C. It was center of the winter sports society all over the world last year. Just to mention that its First Nation`s name is Skwikw and that the area was important trading route between Squamish and Lil`wat people long before white men came there. First Europeans called the mountain London Mountain because of fog covered peaks but name Whistler remained thanks to hoary marmot`s call. Well, we couldn`t find any marmot but the place is beautiful :up:
Callaghan Valley – Around the World snowshoe trail
We went to Callaghan valley, a place about 14km south of Whistler, toward Squamish and Vancouver. The day was beautiful, blue skies, crisp and cold air but even -9C at noon felt like a warm day because there was no wind. I don`t know how to ski so the only option was to rent a snow shoes and take a walk on Around the World snowshoe trail. A part of it was closed so only about 9km was available. For those of you who have never seen it, this is how snowshoe look like:
I felt great, not tired at all and was sorry when it was over but day was coming to its end and soon sun escaped behind mountains and it became considerably colder.
Callaghan Valley – on Top of the World
In the evening we went to a Pemberton, a village about 30km north of Whistler. Until 1960. this place was accessible only by train but that changed when Highway 99 was built. There was only one purpose we decided to drive that far even though my body craved for laying beside fireplace, enwrapped in soft robe… San remembered that few years ago she was there in one restaurant and ordered mussels, a specialty of a local chef. I was thinking if those are really as good as those we had in Poreč, Croatia last year. To say the least: they were excellent!!! :chef: And it was the end of a perfect day – hot mussels in cold night, more than 100km from the nearest sea 😆
This was about all that happened during our Winter Adventure. We visited few more places around Vancouver but some of it was already mentioned before.
At the end, I must mention someone special. Wherever we went and no matter how long we stayed, there was one gentle soul that waited for us patiently. And the moment we would open the door she would be around purring. And meowing.
:heart: Cleo :heart: