Fishermans Wharf is home to a small floating village of house boats and a number of friendly seals. The water so clear you could see them swimming through the houseboat jetties.
By pure chance we'd stumbled across the world's tallest free-standing totem pole! On June 30, 1956 it was erected in Beacon Hill Park. Carved by a team led by Mungo Martin, Kwakiutl tribal chief and renowned carver, it stands majestically overlooking the strait of Juan de Fuca. The Bald Eagle perched ontop was an added bonus for us. At first sight it looked part of the pole but as it twitched in the breeze this was no fake. This bird of prey found in North America is the national bird and symbol of the United States of America. He was huge!
Our last sight was Craigdarroch Castle. It was constructed in the 1890s as a family residence for the wealthy coal baron Robert Dunsmuir and his wife Joan. Robert died in April 1889, more than a year before construction on the castle was completed. Personally we thought it looked more like a nursing home! These guys just can't do 'old'.
On downing a well deserved and warming long black we worked out that the cost of hiring our bikes was more than our Dodge cruiser back in Seattle. And they say bike is best. Clearly not if you're hiring .......
Waiting for our bus ride home involved standing in a very large bank cashpoint lobby avoiding the cool zero degrees breeze swirling around the bus stop. As we peered through the one inch thick glass a lad stood defiant at the stop, with shorts on. One thing came to mind, he's not a loony but a Victorian local.
Our last sight was Craigdarroch Castle. It was constructed in the 1890s as a family residence for the wealthy coal baron Robert Dunsmuir and his wife Joan. Robert died in April 1889, more than a year before construction on the castle was completed. Personally we thought it looked more like a nursing home! These guys just can't do 'old'.
On downing a well deserved and warming long black we worked out that the cost of hiring our bikes was more than our Dodge cruiser back in Seattle. And they say bike is best. Clearly not if you're hiring .......
Waiting for our bus ride home involved standing in a very large bank cashpoint lobby avoiding the cool zero degrees breeze swirling around the bus stop. As we peered through the one inch thick glass a lad stood defiant at the stop, with shorts on. One thing came to mind, he's not a loony but a Victorian local.
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