On Sunday we mistakenly though the ferry terminal to go to Vancouver was where the ferry terminal was when we arrived in Victoria, but it turns out it was 20 minutes away. We drove fast so we wouldn’t lose our reservation and made it in time. The ferry from Victoria to Vancouver was so plush and luxurious. There was a very clear difference between it and all of the U.S. ferries we rode on the trip. There were two play rooms and a live show teaching about how to respect the ocean. I did not realize the Pacific Trash Dump is as big as California, Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Utah, and Nevada COMBINED. That was so horrific to learn.
When we got to Vancouver, we drove to Stanley Park, had a picnic, and took a walk along the shoreline.
Then we went to our airbnb and spent the rest of the evening just kind of lounging around.