Crazy times, and we have spent much of it on and north of the North Shore. Monday we went to Whistler - the slow way, stopping at Whytecliffe Park and Shannon Falls, with lunch at Squamish.
Austen and Sue, and even Laurence, were just stunned by the beauty of the sea to sky highway, and Kevin and I were stunned by the progress on the pre-Olympic improvements. We didn't get back until ten.
We had planned to go south again on Monday evening, but those plans were changed for us and instead we went to the Capilano suspension bridge then on to Lynn Canyon - where there is another suspension bridge and more gratuitous beauty.
Today we had a last kayaking excursion to Deep Cove and ended staying the day. Tomorrow we'll be at YVR seeing Austen, Sue and the kids off. Deep sorrow. And I don't know where the time has gone, I truly don't.
I must get back to my random acts of feminism, only maybe less random and more guerilla-like.
Alex is in Vienna.
Ben is holed up in a garret in Woking. I keep reminding him he can come back.
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I look forward to seeing some of this natural beauty next summer...hugs to Austen and Sue...may your moments together today be suspended in time.
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