Shortly after passing the Aerodrome they reached Stanley Park, an unruined 
peninsula several miles around, which had, thank God, been forked over to 
Protocol and kept much as it had always been, with the same Douglas firs and 
mossy red cedars that had been growing there forever. Hackworth had been here a 
few times and had a vague idea of how it was laid out: restaurants here and 
there, paths along the beach, a zoo and aquarium, public playing fields.