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On Adventure Mode at Capilano

One of the first laser discs movies that we had back home were those Indiana Jones movies. Suspension bridges will always be an element of these movies with the protagonist running for his life as the bridge falls apart and its wooden panels drop in the deep ravine.

We were in adventure mode as we went to the famed Capilano Suspension Bridge. Built in the 1800s, it has been there ever since. It has survived all sort of storms including a more recent one where an old tree weighing several tons fell on it.

As expected, it was shaky and felt like it was going to fall any minute. In spite of this and considering the rowdy Spanish tourists who kept on shaking the handles causing some of the tourists to panic (Que barbaridad!), we got to both ends safely. Another feature of the site is its old lodges with employees dressed in old colonial wear. Neat! It also had a lot of short trails for the novice adventurer (and a lot of smaller suspension bridges to prepare you for the “real” one).


If there is any significant thing that happened that day, it was that my mom was able to overcome her fear of heights. This time, she confidently crossed the bridge in spite of the fact that we were crossing over a deep ravine with the rocky river below far from our sight. I’m so proud of you, Mama!

  1. Blogger helen | 30 octobre 2007 à 11 h 25 |  

    i never thought of you as an adventurer but you did look like you were having lots of fun!

    anyway, we all miss you! we can't wait to get there :)

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