Drove through an area of Burnaby called Buckingham Heights. A rather affluent neighbourhood with amazing views of the North Shore mountains. An area, it seems, that likes to reuse street names. There are ridiculously humongous houses erected mere feet apart from one another. All that opulence and they're living like a bunch of sardines. But at least someone has had the foresight to protect the little pockets of green spaces that thread through the area.
Beautiful shady paths that disappear between houses and descend into ravines and follow random creeks that eventually trickle into Burnaby Lake.
But even the affluent can't keep urban sprawl at bay, and for the next little while, or until it happens in another neighbourhood, they are stuck looking at the ugly urban clear cutting happening literally in their back yards.