Sail across the inlet on the SeaBus, then bus uphill to cool air and mossy silence. Lynn Canyon’s suspension bridge sways just enough to slow your breathing, guiding eyes toward green pools and silver cascades. Continue along gentle trails, pausing at wooden stairways to watch ferns reclaim old stumps. Return for snacks at the market by the quay, and ride back at twilight, the city sparkling like a constellation beneath the North Shore’s dark outline.
Hop a tiny ferry across playful chop, landing among painters, buskers, and the aroma of fresh doughnuts. Meander through studios and stalls, then trace the seawall toward parks where paddleboarders glide under bridges. Detour for small-batch gelato or an amber ale, listening to gulls argue over fish scraps. Ferries and buses interlace along False Creek, so improvisation is easy: change shores, change moods, and return with pockets sticky from fruit and a grin you cannot hide.