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As the seaplane banks overhead, the sound becomes more of an air raid siren.
Regularly taking off and landing just off shore, the small commuter planes provide the city a rhythm and a pulse.
Joined by my new friend Bill, who has never been to the city, I've headed out to the Vancouver Seawall, which frames Stanley Park. The world's longest uninterrupted waterfront path is easily my favourite place to visit here.
Sea lions bob in the distance – or are they floating logs?
We play this game until our eyes become better accustomed to the ever-shifting waves.
Definitely sea lions.
A lithe otter slithers to shore, a flounder-like fish flipped over its lip.
But today, no whales.
Lately, pods of orca have crested like oily crescents under the Lion's Gate Bridge and people have seen a gray whale basking in English Bay.
A man on a jet ski obviously didn't, flipping over it this morning. Both appear to have survived.
Twenty kilometres vanish in a breath, refreshed by our opportunity to simply get lost in nature – interrupted only by the latest dryer, tumbling in the distance.
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