Marc's been wanting to go camping all winter. We finally negotiated the first weekend in June. We went to Nairn Falls Provincial Park. We went last year for one night. The falls are spectacular, but we didn't go see them this year. We just played around the campground and looked at the river.
On the way up we saw three bears (no Goldilocks, though). Two were just a few metres off the edge of the highway, between Squamish and Whistler. The first was just outside Lions Bay, a suburb of Vancouver, up on the hill in a construction zone (the whole highway is being rebuilt for the 2010 Winter Olympics).
On the way back we stopped in at the BC Mining Museum. It was time well spent. Marc loved the old machines, and he wasn't the only one. We got to ride a train inside the mine: A child's heaven, whether the child is 6 or 49.
Marc took a number of pictures of the old machines. I like his composition.