I dunno about this..there were two cyclists...man and woman and each had two kids in back..in traffic.
Granville Island wasn't always a tourist haven.
- The former Britannia Wire Rope Co. Now Emily Carr.
- Interior of the machine shop, 1918. Now the Public Market.
- Old houses on the Granville Island landscape in the 1920s. Photo courtesy of Granville Island.
Story of a People's Place
The Lower Mainland as we know it today was once a large expanse of forest, with only five First Nations villages between the places we now call Kits Point and Port Moody. Around 125 years ago, Granville Street was a logging road that cut through the dense forest of Shaughnessy, pointing vaguely toward New Westminster. Vancouver, known at that time as “Granvilletown”, was a small, dusty logging settlement with little promise of development or prosperity.
A flat sandbar in False Creek would be exposed during low tide, and the land across was populated by members of the Squamish Nation, who called the south shore of False Creek including the sandbar, Snauq. It was traditionally a winter village, and a perfect place for fishing using corrals and weirs. A multitude of shellfish could be found there, and even a fresh water spring, which provided drinking and cooking water. Squamish people occasionally ferried loggers across False Creek for a few pennies. For most of the 1800’s, it was a relatively quiet and natural world.
Many tides wash in and wash out, and a new era comes to pass. The sands of time shift along with tonnes of dredged sand from the bottom of False Creek, and a permanent island is born. A ‘steel ribbon’ crosses the new country with English Bay as its Western terminus, and the face of Vancouver is changed forever.