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Stories
from BC Scene Magazine's Archives Adventure
Rails:
Many who've lived in Canada for several decades, know about
the love-hate relationship that existed between their
forefathers and the CPR. To me, being a train fanatic, it
was always a positive experience ... (continued). Adventure
Roads:
Imagine yourself a time traveler. The year is 1942. The
month is February - and our whole world is gripped by total
war. For the moment, Axis forces hold the initiative, and
for weeks following the Pearl Harbor disaster, every ship
leaving North America's Pacific ports is threatened.
(continued)
Fly in Style to a
Fantasy Isle:
Flight-seeing is a newly coined word that we first heard
from Mark
Duncan,
Director General of Transport Canada Pacific Operations, who
helped us create and launch Canada's first and only "Air
Highways Supermap." That one word typifies a peak attraction
of British Columbia's Coast, Inside Passage and Rockies. For
Pacific Spirit Airlines, flight-seeing is an everyday
occurrence; the airline's area of focus being the Gulf
Islands.(Continued) Cruise
BC-Alaska in
the wake of Haida Chiefs, Great Explorers and Soldiers of
Fortune. I challenge anyone to try to ignore the scenery
surrounding them on the cruise from Vancouver to Alaska.
From
the soaring tree-clad mountains, to the looming glaciers, to
the breathtaking waterfalls, the passing panorama is just so
vast, so overwhelming, it would take the most cynical and
world-weary not to be impressed by it. (Continued) Canoe
Journey:
First Nations people from the Prince Rupert Hazelton area
and points along the Inside Passage - joined Royal Canadian
Mounted Police officers in Vision Quest. The 1,000 mile
canoe journey, followed the Skeena River to the Pacific,
then headed south in a month long event. The excitement and
inspiration generated by everyone; the RCMP, First Nations
people, communities, media, the film industry and those able
to contribute financially, shows that a spirit of
cooperation can transcend any barriers. (Continued) Chilcotin
Dreaming:
For years I've dreamed of the big blank area on the map
called the Chilcotin- the place where the icy splendor of
the Coast Range yields to the aridity of the interior
plateau; a forgotten land in modern day British Columbia,
Canada. It's a land of superlatives; a place where back-
roads run for hundreds of miles, adventurers find new
opportunities for exploration and where wildlife still roams
free. Continued) Footloose in
Vancouver:
Having been footloose in Vancouver, British Columbia since
the days of streetcars, interurban trams, White Lunch,
Woodwards Toyland and Union Steamships, I consider the West
End my special domain. Morning, noon or night, it's always
an inviting place for rubber-neckers, casual strollers,
browsers, grazers and window shoppers. A sea of umbrellas
one moment, local denizens decked in everything from
beachwear to high fashion the next. It's a passing parade,
minus the 76 trombones-just waiting for you to follow along.
(Continued) There she
stands, the
sleek, silver-coated Avro CF-100, pride of the Royal
Canadian Air Force; sassy as ever, her metallic body
gleaming in the sunshine of another spring. At RCAF Base
Trenton, north of Toronto, where I first saw her 'dance the
skies,' this lady was Canada's debutante, a grand new star
in the theater of the air. (Continued)
Tourism . Transport .
Culture . Minerals . Recreation . Lifestyles
Footloose
in Vancouver:
Gastown
/ Granville
Island /
West
End
Travel,
Tourism and Lifestyles in British Columbia
Adventure
Islands: I
call them the "Adventure Islands," because the North Pacific
coast and archipelago have long been a magnet for
adventurers and soldiers of fortune, including my father,
who left the family's Seattle home for a post with the RCMP
at Dawson City in the far Klondike. (continued)
Hot Springs
Heaven:
The eternal ice fields wear a "necklace of thermal springs",
fed from water trapped in fissures and caverns deep in the
roots of the Rockies. Raging rivers, glutted by the seasonal
runoff, churn and boil like some concoction from a giant
soda fountain. Oh the joys of steamy, bubbly-hot,
sulfur-scented waters; Solus Par Aqua (health by water) to
the Romans; a sacred rite to Canada's native peoples, and
Shangri-La to we hot springs fanatics. (continued)