Our Last Day in Canada – July 10, 2016

One last thing to see and experience while in Vancouver is the Capilano Suspension Bridge Park.  This is definitely for the faint of heart but we took Carol anyway.  Ha ha.  This is her last day with us and we want to send her off with a bang.

The Park consists of three main features:  a 450 foot suspension bridge that is 230 feet high and rocks like a son of a gun, the Treetops adventure which is more suspension bridges, (but lots shorter) that connect you to platforms on very old, very tall trees each one taller than the last, and finally the Cliffwalk which is suspended walkways along sheer granite cliff faces over the canyon.  Here are the pictures from the park:Entrance into Suspension Bridge past Totem Poles

450′ Suspension bridge, 235 feet in the air

On the bridge

Tree Top Adventure

Cliff Walk

Western Red Cedar at Capilano Suspension Bridge Park

View of Cliff walk

The views were awesome and so were the adventures.  One observation that I have made while at these tourist attractions is that worldwide, we are raising a generation of self-absorbed/narcissistic young people who pose for “selfies” at the drop of a hat with no consideration for other people and how they may impact them.  I am not just talking about taking a picture, but posing like model glamour shots.  Beware grandchildren.  Never let me see you do this or Grammie will be on your case!

When we arrived at the park earlier this week, we were told there was a good restaurant not too far away, so we decided to go back to the RV and then have dinner before we took Carol to the airport for her red-eye flight back to Pennsylvania.  When we got in the neighborhood, Jim decided he wanted to see where this restaurant was before we went back to the RV.  He made a right turn and found us in line to cross back into the US over the border with no visible way out.  There was a guard standing at a line marked “Nexus” so he got in that line hoping to explain what happened.

What happened was we were tagged as “Nexus Violators” and told we had to go into the Border Office.  So like good terrorists, we parked the truck and went inside.  There Carol was reprimanded for not having her passport and about 45 minutes later we were permitted to go.  By the way, when we went back and finally found the restaurant to eat, they were closed.

The next morning when we left the park to reenter the US, we were pulled over again because we admitted we had bought blueberries and strawberries at the grocery store in Canada.  Another 45 minutes while they inspected our refrigerator.  Glad to be back in the USA and taking the next two days to rest and get caught up on mundane things.  I love mundane things!