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Oct. 16th, 2003

Weatherpersons are saying that it's supposed to rain straight through until Sunday here in Vancouver.
Living in a Pacific North West Rain Forest is definitely not for the dry at heart.
There are old growth trees in Stanley Park that are hundreds of years old. No matter when I've been through Stanley Park - in the trees and not just around the seawall, the air is always humid and thick, and smells wonderful. There's moss dripping off gnarled limbs and blankets of ivy cover the forest floor. It's like stepping into another world in there. Surprised I haven't come across and elf or hobbit on my journeys. There is a hollowed out tree stump in the Park that is big enough to park a mini or a volkswagen beetle in.
And our resevoirs are getting plenty full which is a good thing.
Then there's the enchantment of Pacific Spirit Park on the UBC endowment lands. Forest at the ocean's edge. Heaven on earth.

I have a question ... totally unrelated to that bit of babbling ...

If I were to come visit any of you in your city, town, rural area, what popular 'tourist attractions' or 'well kept secrets of the locals' would you take me to?
Describe some of them to me.
Maybe include links to tourist sites.
Show me yours, I'll show you mine :o)


Oct. 16th, 2003 04:45 pm (UTC)
She's huge (a bit on the scary side of huge)
She is! My son was freaked out the first time he saw her. He did not want to go in there, so he and I went around the edges and looked at the Marbles instead and that way he could sneak peeks of her in between the columns and at different angles. By the time we'd hung out in the treasure room and looked at the pediments for a while, he was able to slowly circle back around and actually approach her from the front. But he still didn't spend much time on it. *g*

The first time I saw her was back in the 80s before they began the gilding process so she was just plain white and I don't think she was as scary then. Those eyes, man. They are seriously unsettling. But the whole thing is terribly awe inspiring at the same time.

Nashville and not a hint of country, how'd you do that?
Athens of the South, dude. *g* The music industry is a major player, no doubt, but it's far from the only thing going.

I'd love to see the Grand Ole Oprey (spelled right?) just to say I'd seen the hall where so many Country and Western legends performed.
In that case, you don't want to see the actual Opry. You want to go to a show at or take a tour of the Ryman Auditorium. That's where all the real history is. And then you can walk over to Tootsie's Orchid Lounge which is where all the stars went to drink after the shows (and probably during ;-) That whole Broadway-Second Avenue area of downtown is pretty cool--a lot of live music pouring out of the bars on the street and the occasional street musician doing his thing. But with the relatively recent additions of Planet Hollywood and Hard Rock Cafe and that type of thing, it's starting to resemble every other city.

The new Opry house is a big modern affair way out by the Opryland Hotel (which is in itself a worthy tourist destination, even if you don't stay there). To me, it just felt like going to any other theater, you know? It didn't quite have the ambience I expected or something. But that's my baggage. Never mind that and come for a visit anyway. *g*



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