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I had driven past the Bridal Veil Falls exit over a dozen times on my way out of the Lower Mainland. Never giving it much thought despite the decaying water park, evidence of a failed tourist attraction. It wasn't until Jessica and I were brainstorming a new location to film at did she suggest Bridal Veil Falls Provincial Park. I had never been, but since we were on a time crunch I agreed. 

 

It was a short and painless drive to the parking lot, expected for a common tourist destination. As we started on the short hike along a well-beaten path I was greeted by the greenery I have come accustomed to, bushy ferns scattered amongst the tall giants. A small creek danced alongside the path. Gradually breaking off into a million different streams, carving their own way through the trees.

 

As we reached the clearing a small viewing area had been predetermined and marked by large logs set up in a 3-sided pen. It was strange too see wood cut, trimmed, shaped and painted to form a human corral while its blood remained gently swaying in the breeze. We tried capturing the best footage we could from this point, but we both knew that it just wasn't going to cut it. We were too far. This wasn't a zoo, we wanted to get closer. To be able to experience the cascading water forming a veil over the giant rock face.

 

I stood fidgeting with my camera while Jessica abruptly started walking up the wet rocks. She did not acknowledge the large sign forbidding venturing any farther. Nor did she turn to see if I was going to follow. I took a deep breath and knew I was not going to miss out on this.

 

Watching the stream of continuous water falling over the face of the rock brought me back to the feeling I love so much. That water had been falling for generations before I walked this earth & it would continue to fall long after I am gone. I know it is going to sound cheesy but nothing has ever made me feel so small and insignificant like a waterfall does. No matter the size I take comfort in knowing that no matter where in the world I might be, or what I might be doing that water will continue to fall.