I've hidden most of the day, reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. There is a flat rock hidden behind a tree around the second point of Stanley Park's western edge. I don't know if anyone else has found it, but it was empty when I arrived before lunch and no one disturbed me until I was leaving to find dinner. The trees shelter it from any wind, and the surface is flat enough that it only takes a single blanket to make it a comfortable seat. I like the view across the straight to Vancouver Island. Everything smells of pine and salt.
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