Close your eyes and breathe deeply. As the earthy, cedar-scented air fills your lungs, you’re calmed by the natural white-noise of an old-growth temperate rainforest: wind moving through leaves, branches creaking, evergreen needles crunching underfoot. Your train of thought is momentarily interrupted by the squawk of a heron followed by the languid flapping of its wings. Perhaps you can hear water hitting rocks off in the distance. You open your eyes and continue along the trail, gazing to the sky to appreciate the height of the hemlock and fir trees that surround you. As you round the corner, the path opens up to Lost Lagoon and right in front of you, not more than five minutes away, are the towers and skyscrapers on the edge of downtown Vancouver.
Welcome to Stanley Park.