Lynn Canyon, an emotional farewell to Kevin, attempting to enter America

Our final night at Capilano River RV park was over and we woke with slightly sore heads from the night before (I did at least). Today was our last full day in Vancouver, but was mostly about getting Kevin cleaned and ready to be returned tomorrow. We had a stop off at the Lynn Canyon suspension bridge first off, which was pretty uninspiring. It was chucking it down with rain again which obviously didn’t help. But I wouldn’t say the bridge would be in a ‘must see’ list of Vancouver destinations. A budget version of Capilano suspension bridge (which is a rip off).

Following this damp squib, somewhat saved by an interesting ecology centre where we could hear what sounds a bear makes when it intends to attack, which could have been very useful information about 3 weekend ago, we made our way over to the final campsite. This was intentionally close to the depot so we could drop it off there and hurry over to the airport for our flight to San Francisco. By far the best equipped ‘campsite’ we’ve witnessed thus far, the Burnaby Cariboo RV park has it all.  Pool, sauna, jacuzzi, badly dated communal room with grim sofas and antique-effect conference facilities, shop with Reece’s, the wonders go on. We ended up sitting in the communal room watching ‘Halloween Cake Wars’ for about 5 hours. Sounds pretty depressing but was actually great after the 3 weeks of intense activities. 

An entirely uneventful evening unfolded and, by 8:30 the next morning we were setting off for the depot. After smoothly dropping it off we were off to the airport in plenty of time for our flight. Or so we thought. Turns out you need a visa called an esta even if you’re just transferring through a US airport. So we got one each at the terminal and waited for the confirmation to come through. Sod’s law dictated it of course came through literally just after we were pushed to the later flight to San Francisco (and a £50 fee). But Kenneth from Air Canada was excellent and seamlessly guided us through the process. Fortunately our connecting flight to Fiji wasn’t until much later so we still caught that with hours to spare. 

San Fran airport is weird, you’re just deposited out into the departures lounge and the signage isn’t at all clear on how to get out. But after successfully navigating that maze we were on our way to Fiji. At last. Heat.