Darkest Vancouver – Places #2

Stanley Park is for tourists. You want to really run wild? Try Burns Bog, the largest peat bog in the whole Northern Hemisphere!

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Photo by Pierre Leclerc, used without any permission whatsoever, from burnsbogfoundation.org

Granted, it’s not in Darkest Vancouver proper, but in Greater Darkest Vancouver – Delta, to be specific, south of Vancouver. The bog is between Ladner, a quieter bedroom community, and North Delta, a growing young suburb. It’s not a long drive, even without a car wizard, and a shorter flight.

It covers about 40 kilometres, or 15 square miles, so there’s a lot of room to move. And because access is tightly regulated, there’s a lot of room to move freely, without nosy witnesses.

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Photo by underbar dk, also no permission

Oh, and because peat is rich in methane, it catches on fire. A lot. And fires can burn for months underground.

What Can You Do Here?

You can hunt. Or, if you’ve pissed off someone who’s into hunting The World’s Deadliest Game, you can be dragged out here and hunted. It’s not fun trying to run through the muck and mire – unless you’re built for running there, of course. And, to top it off, it’s pretty flat out here – you’re easy to spot. The closest traveled road out is a few kilometres southwest, at the landfill. Better start running.

They say that there’s an Immortal buried in there somewhere, chained up and weighted down, unable to move and unable to die. They say he knows a LOT about that group you’ve tangled with recently. But they also say he must be crazy by now. And there’s so much bog to search.

Of course the rare plant you need for that concoction is in there. Somewhere. Maybe in the middle of that mystic circle made out of flames that don’t go out. Or maybe it’s square in the centre of the territory claimed by the small but scary pack of werebears.

Or, just come out here. Use your connections, or mind tricks, or plain old money for bribes, to get in. Take a walk, and remember the old days, in the old country, before the big cities and the cars and the pollution, back when you were still in love, and soliloquize about it.

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