The Lynn Canyon Suspension Bridge is a pedestrian bridge located within Lynn Canyon Park, in the District of North Vancouver, British Columbia. It is 50 metres (160 ft) high from the bottom of the canyon. The bridge was built as a private venture in 1912.
Location in Metro VancouverThe bridge connects the extensive hiking trails on the two sides of the canyon and is part of the Baden-Powell Trail. However, many of the tourists do not hike, and only visit the suspension bridge. The bridge is shorter and not as high as the Capilano Suspension Bridge, but it is narrower and moves around more when people walk on it. It is free to cross, but at one time visitors were charged a toll of ten cents.
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