En route to downtown Vancouver

I often see things in the early morning that I don't see any other time. As I ran around the corner in Stocking Creek Trail this morning, I came face to face with an owl, sitting on the railing of a bridge spanning a creek. I must have come within five feet of this majestic bird as it took off with its wide wing span flapping, staring directly at me with its big eyes. I wonder how a mouse must feel with this harbinger of doom swooping down from above.

We took the ferry back to Vancouver and we're now staying at a downtown hotel for a couple nights before we head for Japan. John is the driver behind the geocaching we've been doing lately. The kids search for stuff and Catheleen and I get some walks in, often in some scenic places off the beaten track - win-win. Today we went to a few sights including a stroll along Canada Place, where we watched the float planes come and go. Here John found a cache in red that was hard to spot, hiding in plain sight.