Until I went to Europe for the first time, I'd never seen trains as anything more than a way to move cargo. In this part of the U.S. that's all they do, and you only ever come across a train if you happen to be out in the middle of nowhere where the tracks are.
White Rock, although not very large, is a great place to spend an evening. If you can find your way through the (beautiful) neighborhoods and down the hills to the pebbly beach, you'll be welcomed with a view of the ocean with mountains in the background.
With a little less than two months until we take off for the Land of Fire and Ice, the hubs and I have started thinking about any gaps in our travel wardrobe and gear lists that need to be filled in order to be prepared for a smooth trip.