Ponder Canadian winter; for those unacquainted with weather patterns of this vast country – I doubt this image would come to mind. Living on the west coast, my corner of Canada braces against winter’s rain. On those rare days when fog lifts and sunlight promises to keep dark skies at bay – nothing compares to a little road trip.
We settled on a drive to Squamish; 40 KM’s or so up the Sea to Sky highway towards Whistler.
Squamish is characterized by Stawamus Chief, “the Chief” attracts thousands of rock climbers, eager to tackle its shear cliff face. A town promoting itself as the “outdoor capital of Canada”; hosting mountain bike and climbing events but really a logging town at odds with dwindling mill jobs and a location between Vancouver and Whistler – two of the most expensive places to live in the world.
At 4 PM on a Sunday we had to search long and hard to find a restaurant open for business; squeaking in the door of The Campfire Grill, moments before closing. Without question – one of the best BBQ restaurants I’ve ever set foot in.
With reports of fog banks snarling routes closer to Vancouver, and returning weekend traffic building on the highway our mini vacation had no place to go but home. A quick stop at Britannia Mine before the sun set.
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