The Thunderbird stared down at me from above the gateway to Customs. It was an imposing, majestic creature overlooking a hallway full of dioramas of Pacific Northwest woodland scenes and First Nations artifacts in the Vancouver Airport. The symbolism was different from the Native American tribes I was familiar with in the eastern part of the continent….
But I knew this magnificent figure’s gaze was something to heed. This was going to be a trip to remember.
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Botanic garden curation has been a passion of mine since my time with Tom Clark at the Polly Hill Arboretum back in 2014. I have grown and learned a lot since then (thankfully!); but, without the opportunities, guidance and support I got at PHA, I would never have been aware of this very specific field within horticulture.
I attended the APGA’s Plant Collections Symposium at the end of my time on the Vineyard as a capstone to my internship and found it incredibly valuable to my development as a botanic gardens professional. The symposium only occurs every four years, so there was no way I was missing it this time around, even if I was new in my position at Juniper Level Botanic Garden (and I am grateful for Tony for letting me have the time to represent JLBG there!).
The American Public Gardens Association held their annual conference in Hamilton, ON in 2017, and that was the first time I had ever been to Canada. This time the Plant Collections Section had settled on Vancouver, BC. I was excited to explore a new side of not just Canada, but the North American continent.
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| The Fall color in Queen Elizabeth Park was mind-blowing. People, including myself, wandered around in awe of the incredible shades of red, orange, and yellow. |
The trip from Raleigh to Vancouver was a long one. The 3 a.m. alarm was jarring and the disorienting taxi ride to RDU gave the day an air of dreaminess. Was I awake? We ran away from the sun for hours, gliding over the patchwork of farms that covered the heartland of the United States. Three planes later I was riding the Metro from the airport to my AirBnB. It was only 12 p.m. in the afternoon, but I’d been awake for almost 16 hours.
My tired brain refused to go to bed, and instead demanded food and exploration. I was only a couple blocks away from a Vietnamese place and then only a few more blocks from Queen Elizabeth Park, so off I went.
The park was beautiful, and the weather was sunny and clear (apparently, this is quite unusual). Even still, I barely made it past 6 p.m.
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| Looking down in the garden of Queen Elizabeth Park |
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| Becky looks down into the canopy of a western red cedar forest at the Capilano Suspension Bridge walkway. |
Of course, fate would have it that a dear friend of mine from Edinburgh would be in Vancouver. How could it not be? A chance, very tired, end-of-night post brought us together that Monday before I fell asleep.
Becky and I met up the next morning, and she drove us out to the mountains to experience the views over the city and let me get a glimpse into the cedar forests. If only I had reached out to her sooner! We could have gone much further afield! That’s on me though. Even still, we had a lovely time exploring and hanging out with each other!
Becky dropped me off just in time to join up with the conference mixer at a bar near the conference hotel, where Tom Clark and Elaine Chittendon (of the Botanic Garden at Smith College, who I’d met just four years prior (see the link for the blog post)) were chatting right inside the door!!!
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Wednesday the conference began at the University of British Columbia. I took the early bus to the campus with all the sleepy morning commuters. The sun hadn’t even risen yet as I made my way across campus to search for a coffee shop. I found one and arrived at the conference site just in time to meet the buses as they arrived from the hotel. Whew!
The morning talks were very stimulating, and the UBC folks kept us entertained with a walking tour of UBC’s campus and an afternoon of rotating sessions before the poster session/mixer. I had a chance to catch-up with some cool folks and meet new people, while also strolling through a beautiful afternoon.
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Thursday’s venue was at VanDusen Botanic Garden and was a packed day of panel discussions and talks. The day was gorgeous outside and the colorful skyline of trees teased us from the wall of windows in the conference hall. It was tough to wait until the afternoon to have a walk through the Garden I took the bus back to the hotel and spent the whole trip talking to Mike Motta about my time at NTBG. He caught me up on all the developments in the last six years. It is amazing how time flies, how some things change and others do not. That evening I hung out with some cool folks for Indian food and drinks (these folks included Jaimie from Newfields (Indianapolis Museum of Art), Tom Clark, Nick Courtens of the Betty Ford Alpine Gardens, and Tim Timbaut from the Huntington!). It was a good night on the town.
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| Cecropia leaves contrasts against the geometric panes of the Bloedel Conservatory |
Friday was my last full day in Vancouver and I wanted to see a couple more places before I left. Even with a plan, chance messages and meetings sent me on a different path. I ended up crossing paths with Tim and Ian at the Bloedel Conservatory at Queen Elizabeth Park, and walking through the Park with them. We talked about our respective gardens and swapped stories (and found some curious gardening as we walked to the bus stop). Ian and I took the bus to UBC after Tim headed off to the airport, and Ian told me about when he worked for Tony back when he was at N.C. State. We went separate ways, as I went to find Becky for one last gathering. Becky and I walked solemnly through the Cultural History Museum at UBC, and talked about what we saw and shared our collective experiences that we felt were reflecting back at us in the artifacts around us. I ended up joining her on an evening of going-away gatherings. It was quite the zig-zag across Vancouver, but well worth the late night to hang out with Becky on such an occasion.
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Saturday began the same way Monday did: Too early. The Arab gentleman quietly drove me to the airport and deposited me at my gate by 4:45 a.m.. I was really early and had more than enough time to get some coffee and eat the rest of my Indian food for breakfast. I was not looking forward to this day of plan rides…… something about the return to RDU with no one waiting for me depressed me severely. Even still, it was a beautiful day for flying and it went relatively smoothly. A biker-looking guy dropped me back at my house a little before 7 p.m. Thank goodness I had Sunday to recover!
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| The backbone of the mountains of British Columbia. |
