Fred Gingell, a plaque at the lookout in the park named for him tells us, viewed the park as a place for Delta's residents to sit and watch the sunsets over Georgia Strait. Mostly, though, we find people running. Down all those steps to the beach (a 50-metre vertical drop), and often, up again and down again, counting as they go. "How many trips does that make?" I asked a runner on Wednesday. "Nine," he puffed. "One more to go."
(I am pleased with myself if I make it down and up once. Walking.)
One visitor, though, remembers, and sits to watch the afternoon sun.