The time spent in Vancouver was brief, but memorable. On this spontaneous afternoon in Canada we did our best to at least drive through much of the foreign city. A stop at Lynn Canyon for a brief glimpse of the waterfall and hanging bridge there transformed into a walk through the park until there was no light left to guide us. We climbed over rocks, surrounded by gushing water, and ran down pathes dotted stones and moss. It was a northern fall as I'd always imagined it - the leaves a mix of brittle gold and evergreen, and the air brusk as it rushed past our faces.
A big thanks to one of my very oldest friends, Sarah, and her husband and daughter for sharing this spot with us. It was an evening we'll never forget!