11 June
        We had the local shuttle service take us to Logan International
        Airport in Boston. We flew Air Canada to Toronto's Pearson
        International Airport (an Embraer 175), cleared customs and then
        flew to Vancouver's International Airport (an Airbus 321). We
        were met at the airport by the chauffeur and driven into
        Vancouver to the hotel. Our room was on the 20th floor and faced
        what for some would be a disappointing vista -- railroad yards
        and station (with multiple types of commuter services as well as
        classification for the adjacent container terminal and port),
        helipad, ferry terminal and container port. As we're some form
        of transportation nuts (after all this WAS a coast-to-coast RAIL
        trip), this more a source of fascination than a disappointment.
        We ate in the Five Sails Restaurant in the hotel, great food in
        a spectacular setting and a fine ending to our first day.

 The Pan Pacific Hotel above one of the 200 cruise ship visits
        a year. There were two in port at the same time while we were
        there. Our room was on the opposite side of the hotel.
      

 12 June
      
Vancouver is highly walkable and probably even better traversed
        by bicycle. Like every other Canadian city we encountered, it
        convulsed with construction. Canada did not experience the
        depths of the recent financial crisis to the extent of the US,
        the UK or Europe and it was plain to see.
      
Our first full day turned out to be a damp one. Vancouver is
        wedged between the Strait of Georgia to the west and the Coastal
        Range to the immediate east -- perfect conditions to wring
        Pacific Ocean moisture out of the atmosphere. We were scheduled
        to take a city tour of Vancouver which took place in conditions
        ranging from watery sun to downpours.
      
As with most city tours, this one intended to give a flavor or
        orientation to the city. Here as everywhere else, we
        particularly enjoyed the stops, not the seemingly endless
        drive-bys of one neighborhood after another. Thus, for us the
        places that stood out were Stanley Park, the Lion's Gate Bridge,
        and Granville Island. We also ascended to the Harbour Centre
        Observation Tower (a glass elevator, first of John's minor
        trials).
      
Stanley Park is about a mile from our hotel and would have been
        a nice walk on a good day. It is widely used for jogging and
        biking as well as being a major green space for the downtown. It
        famously contains totem poles created by the local First Nations
        groups.
        
        This doesn't really convey just how wet it was at this point.
        Here's a view the other way toward the city. At the left is the
        convention center and cruise ship pier with our hotel projecting
        above it. Slightly to the right of it you can see the
        observation tower.



13 June
        Raincoats and umbrellas were definitely not needed as we took an
        all-day trip by bus and ferry to Victoria the capital of British
        Columbia and on Vancouver Island not the mainland. In fact
        Victoria is south of the 49th parallel, the straight
        line border between the US and Canada from the Great Lakes to
        the Pacific Ocean. The ferry terminal is south of Vancouver
        across the delta of the Fraser River (which will reappear in
        discussions about the Rocky Mountaineer tomorrow). The ferry
        terminal is no more than a mile north of the US border (that
        point of land on the horizon). The border projects to
        mid-channel of the Strait of Georgia then zigzags among the
        islands, around the tip of Vancouver Island and out to sea
        through the Strait of Juan de Fuca separating Victoria from the
        Olympic Peninsula of Washington State. 
        
      
Although Victoria is spread out the downtown/harbor area is
        easily walkable. We walked on Store Street and Wharf Street,
        stopping for lunch at a cafe. We did not have afternoon tea at
        the Fairmount Empress Hotel, opting instead for the tour to
        Butchart Gardens, but of the women on the bus who did opt for
        the tea said, "It was regal."
      
We've known about Butchart Gardens for more than 30 years and had seen television features on them. It was great to see them for ourselves. They were built by a concrete magnate and his wife, primarily in a limestone quarry after the stone had been removed. This is perhaps the iconic view.

        But there are many other gardens and features, here are
      

        
