The Queen of Capilano approaching her berth at the B.C. Ferries Horseshoe Bay terminal at 9:44 am, Sunday, April 5, 2009.
Queen of Capilano nearing her berth.
I slipped into a muddy ditch that feeds Terminal Creek on the horse trail en route to Killarney Lake, Bowen Island, at about 11:20 am.
Killarney Lake’s swampland seen from the viewing bench on the boardwalk at the head of the lake.
© Copyright photographs by Stephan Alexander Scharnberg, April 2009
Bowen Island is a great day trip for we who are fortunate to live in British Columbia’s Lower Mainland. We left the car at home, riding the new trolley, 8 Downtown, to Main Street SkyTrain station, riding SkyTrain two stations westward to ascend the long, steep escalators up to the basement concourse of the heritage building housing The Bay department store, Georgia at Granville. We waited for the next Blue Bus, the stop out front on Georgia Street, for Horseshoe Bay, either the 257 Horseshoe Bay Express or the 250 Horseshoe Bay. Well, we got the 257. We made the 10:00 am sailing, a short 20-minute crossing to Snug Cove, on the Queen of Capilano.
The day was clear blue and sunny. The bright spring air warmed us, the island a popular destination this day like many since the early years of the 20th century when Bowen Island was serviced by the Union Steamship Company. Arrival saw us wander the lawns near the docks and small marina, then between old wood buildings now serving as tourist shops and eateries, including the Union Steamship Company store, soon crossing the main road for the trail head that would lead us past the small fish ladders that climb the hillside above a small lagoon, then the fields and horse paddock and the small foot bridge over Terminal Creek, and eventually Killarney Lake. We hiked, detoured and rested here and there, picnicked our lunch, and napped on the boardwalk bench at the head of the lake, the halfway point of the four-kilometre loop, in the next four hours. The eight-kilometre round trip is usually about 2½ hours for the average hiker. But, why the rush? We were in no hurry as nature, in her calm and frequent silence, lulled us along in pleasant reverie.