The road opens like a photograph—flat band of asphalt, mountains rising on one side, the ocean a constant silver thread on the other. You leave Vancouver before the city fully wakes, and the Sea-to-Sky Highway begins to sculpt the day: craggy granite faces, fir forests that smell like sap and rain, and waterfalls that insist you pull over. Over eight hours, that ribbon of road becomes an exercise in framing: waterfalls frozen in long exposure, ridgelines staggered into layers, and close-ups of cedar bark and moss that reveal the landscape’s textures.