The Capilano Suspension Bridge rhythmically shook side to side as I walked across its 146ft length. Forest filled my peripheral vision and the Capilano River could be seen flowing 230ft below.
Usually when you think of Grandpas, they are maybe in their 70s or 80s. But in the world of trees, Grandpa Capilano is more like 800 years old and has existed since the days before Christopher Columbus first stepped foot on the shores of the New World.
Using every ounce of energy remaining, thousands of determined Coho salmon fight their way back up from the ocean to the clear mountain waters of the Capilano River, North Vancouver, to lay their eggs where they were born.
After spending my first day in Vancouver trying to acclimatise, I booked myself on a trip to the Capilano Suspension Bridge in North Vancouver for the following day.