It was a long way to go to see the Blackhawks lose a hockey game, but the chance to see the city of Vancouver was worth it nonetheless.
100 Blackhawk fans, myself being one of them, made the trip to Vancouver for a hockey weekend. Thursday evening upon our arrival we gathered at the Hurricane Grill in Vancouver to watch the Blackhawks defeat the Calgary Flames. I was overserved at the bar.
Friday morning bright and early with hangover state of mind we had a tour of the city. The afternoon, as the Advil had taken full effect, I shuttled freely back to North Vancouver to visit the Capilano Suspension Bridge to take a wobbly walk 200 feet above a stream. Friday evening back at the hotel bar, we mingled together along with some Blackhawks who made an appearance to meet and greet us, and sign their name on memorabilia many fans conveniently packed along with them.
Saturday morning we got to see the Hawks take their morning skate at the arena. Afterwards, I wandered aimlessly about the city streets, seeing what there was to see and killing some time before the main event, the Blackhawks vs. the Canucks. Unfortunately, the Hawks weren't up to the task on this particular evening.
If I was thinking ahead, a return flight to Chicago would have been delayed until later in the day Sunday as to afford me a little more time in that beautiful city (or, more to the point, time to partake in some zip-lining down Grouse Mountain).
I guess I'll have to leave the zip line until next time I return to Vancouver. Until then, feel free to check out what I saw as preserved the moments in picture.
Friday morning bright and early with hangover state of mind we had a tour of the city. The afternoon, as the Advil had taken full effect, I shuttled freely back to North Vancouver to visit the Capilano Suspension Bridge to take a wobbly walk 200 feet above a stream. Friday evening back at the hotel bar, we mingled together along with some Blackhawks who made an appearance to meet and greet us, and sign their name on memorabilia many fans conveniently packed along with them.
Saturday morning we got to see the Hawks take their morning skate at the arena. Afterwards, I wandered aimlessly about the city streets, seeing what there was to see and killing some time before the main event, the Blackhawks vs. the Canucks. Unfortunately, the Hawks weren't up to the task on this particular evening.
If I was thinking ahead, a return flight to Chicago would have been delayed until later in the day Sunday as to afford me a little more time in that beautiful city (or, more to the point, time to partake in some zip-lining down Grouse Mountain).
I guess I'll have to leave the zip line until next time I return to Vancouver. Until then, feel free to check out what I saw as preserved the moments in picture.