Vancouver’s winter trend of unrelenting rain was bucked this season, with many locals more surprised than I was to see the amount of snow we’d gotten over the past two months. This week saw a return to the norm. The snow seems to be slowly disappearing and the rain has made a reappearance, drizzling down timidly but consistently for the past week. Despite never truly experiencing it before like many Vancouverites have every year, the dribbling rain feels fitting and comforting, as though I’d been missing it the whole time.
At Fraser, I’ve predominantly been occupied with updating the master data files for the Petroleum and Mining Surveys. With around 220 different jurisdictions to update across the two surveys, there’s a lot of copying and pasting to be done. It can feel a little tedious at times, but it has been a good breather from some of the more complex projects I’ve worked on thus far, and I’ve learned other interesting things in the meantime thanks to the wonders of earphones and podcasts. The Fraser Institute is held in high regard for its research. Taylor and Ken who I work with in the Natural Resources centre field many questions from media, politicians and others regarding the results of their surveys. It is crucial that they have a reliable database to refer to when answering specific questions regarding the trends of their survey results over time.
I fit in a good amount of wandering over the weekend, as you can probably tell from my pictures. Around a 20-minute walk from where I’m staying is False Creek, one of the main waterways surrounding downtown. False Creek is a beautiful inlet itself, but the walking path alongside it also joins some of Vancouver’s key attractions together. After taking in some of the scenery and watching the ducks and kayakers cruise lazily past, I made my way to Granville Island.
On Granville Island, there is a huge variety of quirky shops, breweries, and art galleries in addition to the well-known Granville Island Public Markets. All of which were impressively unique and genuine compared to some of the other markets I’ve been to. After hearing that they’re the best in town, I couldn’t help but grab a few donuts from Lee’s donuts and make my way further down the creek to Kitsilano beach. It may not be summer, but that wasn’t going to stop me from plonking down on a log and breathing in the fresh Pacific air. I was in a prime position to take in the gorgeous view of English bay, with parked up tankers and mountains dotted in the distance, and low-lying clouds of fog drifting between them. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon.