Sometimes you have to dance to a different beat. March to a different drummer. Walk your own path…read moreand hike your own hike. Those aren't just words, that's a life mantra that I try--with varying success--to live by.
So when I found myself on Granville Island, having circumnavigated the criss-cross of paths, parks, and sidewalks on foot to get there, I decided to do it again. I wanted to head to Stanley Park on foot instead of taking the Aquabus or a taxi. With a full picnic packed in a paper bag, I embarked on my adventure.
First of all, if you're thinking of doing this, understand that it's a long journey. I had a lot on my mind that day as I set my sights on the park, and I knew it would be a looong walk, even at a brisk pace. Miles, really. But it's what I wanted to do, and I knew that in order to do it, I needed to first cross the bridge. And to do that, you need to first get on it. From the market/tourist stuff underneath, you have to actually walk away from the water until you can find where the road meets solid ground. This itself was an adventure as there are a few different ramps that peel off, but I just followed the middle one. Somewhere near the southern tip of Granville Loop Park, you can actually mount the roadway and begin your walk.
There are sidewalks on both sides of the roadway, and as I came to find out, if you're traveling on foot from south to north, it kinda makes a different which sidewalk you choose as the north end of the bridge splits off in different directions. I chose the east, which is the better decision for views of the city and the terminus of False Creek.
As I soon came to realize, this is not the most pedestrian-forward bridge. Yes, you can walk across it. But it wasn't designed with that in mind, or even as a secondary thought. The sidewalk is wide enough for comfortable passing when someone comes in the other direction, but the guardrail is alarmingly low and as soon as I was over the water I needed a sec to remember that I'm not so scared of tall things, rather BEING ON TOP OF tall things.
Sometimes that mantra of taking the road or bridge less traveled really pays off. That day, it did for me. It was a crystal clear day with blue skies, and the view from the bridge was absolutely stunning. There's a small park on the shores (internet research now tells me it's George Wainborn Park) that had neon green grass, and trees lit up in vibrant autumn colors. They were set against the classic teal-and-gray-glass windows of Vancouver's skyline, and with False Creek, a small marina of naked masts, and the chugging boats as my foreground, I saw an incredible scene that captured the amazing diversity of landscape that this town offers, right there from my vantage point mid-bridge.
Bridges are beautiful things. They connect. They take you from one place to another, but require the faith to take the first step. I didn't know what to expect when I set out; I didn't know if it was possible to walk the bridge, or how long it would take, or what it would look like. I just knew I had that picnic in my bag, and I knew where I wanted to be. The bridge connected me, and even gave me an incredible view along the way. If you know where you are, and it's not where you want to be anymore, then trust that there's a bridge to connect you with your picnic. Granville Street Bridge certainly delivered for me.