2012-04-03 49 -123

Tue 3 Apr 2012 in 49,-123: 49.3740578, -123.1850850 geohashing.info google osm bing/os kml crox

Location

Not far from Hollyburn Lodge, just outside of the snowshoe trail boundary at Cypress Nordic area.

Participants

• Rhonda will go after work. Probably last chance to use the snowshoes this season!
• Robyn will meet Rhonda at the SeaBus terminal, with her skis.

Planning

Leave work. Get car, jacket, and snowshoes from home. Drive to Cypress. Walk to hashpoint.

Alternately ski to Hollyburn Lodge, walk to hashpoint.

Expedition

Robyn

Robyn put on her ski boots, picked up her skis and rode the bus that goes by the end of her street until the SkyTrain station, then took the Skytrain downtown to the SeaBus. There were happy-seeming people on the Skytrain when she got on with her skis, so she talked to them. They turned out to be laughing at her because of her skis. They were not from Vancouver, so didn't realize the fanatical enthusiasm with which Vancouverites combine their recreational pursuits and public transit. Seeing public transit packed with skiers and snowboarders on their way to the mountain is not unusual. Seeing people on public transit with inflatable boats is not unheard of. The tourists were on their way to the hockey game downtown.

Robyn reached the SeaBus in plenty of time to upgrade her transit ticket for the trip across, but Rhonda wasn't there three minutes before the sailing, so Robyn kept looking up the ramp to see if she was there yet. She arrived with two minutes to spare before the sailing, which was plenty of time. She still had to wait to get on because it was rush hour and crowded.

Rhonda

I checked the location in the morning before work, then emailed Robyn and posted the page with my basic plans. Through the work day I snuck some emailed planning in with Robyn, found out from Wijnland that Cypress stopped selling tickets at 5:30 because the cross country and snowshoe area closes at 7:00, revised some of the plans, then stealthily crept out of the office at 4 in my bright orange cycling shirt. Rather than cycling home, however, I sped toward Waterfront Station, the seabus, and Robyn, where we had planned to meet to catch the 4:15 seabus. As I jogged toward the waiting area, I saw Robyn and her skis looking up the ramp toward me.