Barely 25 miles out of Vancouver and the view from the river’s edge has not changed for centuries. Here is what Fraser, Quesnel, and Stuart would have seen returning from their very brief stint at what is now Pt. Grey.
More to the point, this same view is what generations of First Nations peoples would have seen. For a fraction of a second, I am a small boy staring across a vast expanse of prairie, playing the tip of my index finger across the still needle sharp point of a newly discovered arrowhead. It’s made of volcanic glass, something not found in the prairies. The raw material for this amazing bit of workmanship must have been traded for.
Change, as they say, is all round. What hasn’t is just as easily found.