And so after all the excitement of a nearby shooting last Saturday, I left the crime scene, mounted my mighty V-strom and headed towards Queensboro to pick up my riding boots, which failed during my Oregon Trip last July.
The buckle came apart on our way home and from Tumwater, WA I had to rely on bungy cords to keep my boots on. I arrived early and the store was not yet opened so I thought I would wander around the area to eat up some time
We are on the border of Burnaby and New Westminster and traffic is light, the roads are narrow. It is easy to stop in the middle of the road to snap a photo or two
Actually, you have no choice but to stop in the middle of the road as there are no shoulders and if you drop off, you will be in the water filled ditch. Above you will notice the overhead freeway ramp which is a major artery known as Hwy 91. Down here it is quiet but on the ramp it is like a raceway with vehicles tailgating and speeding to nowhere.
There are several waterfront communities scattered about the greater Vancouver area. This one is located on Annacis Channel, which is basically the south arm of the Fraser River
I suppose there is an attraction to having a floating home
There is no lawn to cut or maintain and you are able to park your yacht beside your home in your own parking spot
And if you cannot afford a yacht, you can still keep your canoe close at hand
This particular community has more than one cluster of floating homes. You have all the amenities of a regular land home, including water and sewer lines
Further along Dyke Road there are also commercial vessels scattered among the residents
(Glendevon, recently restored)
As we ride down Dyke Road we come to a more upscale cluster of exclusive homes
These seem to be of more recent construction
It was a pleasant day to spend some time on less travelled roads
And we are thankful that this has been one of our mildest winters in years, fingers crossed. While others in the southeast have been buried under feet of snow and ice, we are happily making do with bare roads and the occassional glimpse of the sun
My Strom is smiling . . .