McQuarrie, John / Escritor
A stroll through colourful tree-shaded gardens takes you to the canyon's edge. You step onto swaying planks and there you are, 230 feet above the floor of Capilano Canyon. Your pulse quickens. Your hand finds the cool steel cable and you breathe in the cedar scented, rainforest air. Each step creates a gentle wave on the bridge surface. You start across the 450 foot span. Somewhere, around the midpoint you will be compelled to pause and marvel at the view. Clear water rushes far below, streams cascade down the canon walls, gravity defying trees cling to vertical rock. You climb the gently sloping bridge to its far side and step into a forest of cedar, Douglas fir and hemlock. There are giants here. Trees that began their climb toward the sky before Europeans set foot on North American shores. Welcome to Capilano Suspension Bridge.
