A secret place I can’t tell you about

Somewhere on the outskirts of Vancouver, just beyond the winding streets of urban life, a park entrance patiently sits waiting for the uncommon visitor.

It beckons silently: a simple sign before an unassuming dirt path. A hint of a forest.

A wooden staircase, so characteristic of provincial parks in this area – the variety of Capilano, the Grind, Deep Cove – leads around the bend into the lush vegetation of only the cleanest temperate forests.

The mid-afternoon December sun is bright, just warm enough to thaw frosted ears and hands and noses. We sit on the giant boulder cliff as the waves swirl around the rocks below and lap at our feet. Everything is glowing under the golden setting of the sun and I am sworn to secrecy so that it can stay this way forever.

In Photos: I might just love Victoria

I had passed through Victoria before, both for work and on a “tour from the passenger’s seat,” and so had always claimed that “I’ve been there,” but to be honest, this weekend was the first time that I got to truly experience it. The regality of the parliament-building filled city somehow only enhanced its port-town charm, and with temperatures just cold enough to make the air crisp and my cheeks rosy, I couldn’t help but fall in love.