My sweet 'Breakfast/Sunday Drive Buddy' generously offered to get me into Vancouver at the peak of Monday morning rush hour. Driving downtown is crazy! I don't know how people don't lose their minds in that insanity!
He dropped me off outside the front door of the Pinnacle Harbourfront Hotel on W Hastings. I think W. Hastings is the epicentre of hotels in this city.
With excitement and a little apprehension, I headed up to the 17th floor to meet a dear, dear old friend I hadn't seen, except for briefly at my mother's funeral in 2011, seen in many years.
I knocked at the door.
With school girl squeals and tight hugs, time fell away and it was like we'd seen one another last week. At least that was what it was like for me.
We never left the suite. We settled in two chairs facing the terrific view from their suite and talked for hours. Photographed the constant changing view from their hotel room balcony. And indulged in snacks that tasted all the better with stories that mostly started with; 'do you remember the time when .. .. .. "
Their room had a fairly unobstruced view of the North Shore mountains.
The only obstructions were the every moving clouds.
|the view from room 1733|
|floating gas station|
|Harbour Air docking bays|
|for size comparison|
|Sea Vancouver zooming by HA|
|wind turbine on Grouse mountain|
|new goods arriving|
|swirling clouds across the North Shore mountains|
|a glimpse at the tip of Stanley Park|
|float plane passing by the snow covered mountains|
|North Vancouver high rises dwarfed by the mountains|
|Stanley Park with a North Shore mountain backdrop|
Well, a visit of nearly six hours ended too soon. Despite not leaving the room, it went by in a blink.
I'm hoping to see my friends again very soon. Either when they get back out here to BC or if I get an opportunity to fly back east. Safe trip home guys. See you again soon.