Vancouver is one of those lucky places in which the people who initially mapped out the city - elites for Christ's sake - did a bunch of good stuff by setting some land aside for, um, the future of civilization or something. Stanley Park is a great example. Except for kicking out those natives who already lived there of course. WHOOPS.
Another example of native-kicking-out-and-setting-land-aside is this, the UBC Endowment Lands. Both properties are now the most valuable land there could possibly be in the city, and yet nobody's sold it all to developers from Hong Kong.
The end of the little penis sticking up is Stanley Park, a short walk from anything downtown, and the end of the big penis sticking out to the left including that awful greenish infection it has is pretty much all university land.
On the university's land there is a research farm set up by people who sing songs and write poems and also have advanced degrees. The Lovely Daughter is lucky enough to have one of these hippies as her teacher, so her class heads out to do some farming every second Thursday. FOR NO PAY.
Above I was being a little idealistic about our fabulously wise use of land. Here go some trees just outside the farm's parking lot:
But even that stuff has the hippie tinge.