Our Love for BC Canada Continues with Vancouver Island

woman with arms raised on Wild Pacific Trail Vancouver Island

Eric and I began the year with trains and pilgrimage walks in Japan, followed by Irish ferries, buses and hillwalking. Now we’re closing it with a road trip to Vancouver Island. These journeys remind me to cherish the act of travel itself, regardless of destination or means of transport.

This is Part 3 of our 2024 Road Trip West.

World's Best Burger in Cumberland

We arrive by ferry as sunset approaches and stop in Cumberland for dinner at Cook’s, home of THE BEST BURGER I’ve ever eaten! This former mining town, now host to an annual Fungus Fest, carries a laid-back vibe with its dispensaries and youthful energy.

sea view in Campbell River Vancouver Island
Our view from the Airbnb

First Impressions of Campbell River

Our Campbell River Airbnb, affectionately dubbed “Granny’s Attic” by Eric, overlooks Discovery Passage. We wake to fog over the water and a light rain, and I embrace this weather because it means I’m in my happy place – the Pacific Northwest.

plate with smoked pork loin and microgreens from farmer's market
Our dinner, courtesy of Campbell River Farmer's Market

Market Shopping

Eric is in his happy place when we visit the Campbell River farmer’s market, one of the best markets we’ve been to. Great balance of food and local art vendors, all friendly and happy to chat with strangers. We leave with lighter wallets but happy hearts, our bags full of local produce, smoked salmon, jerky, and artwork. Folk music and fresh croissants from Freyja’s complete the scene.

woman hiking through forest on Beaver Lodge Lands Vancouver Island
Beaver Lodge Lands, can't believe this is in the middle of a neighborhood!

Hiking the Forests near Campbell River

Rain plagues us throughout our time in Campbell River, so we forget our plans to hike in Strathcona Park and resign ourselves to beautiful walks in the Beaver Lodge Forest Lands and Elk Falls Provincial Park. No complaints – these forests rival Washington’s Olympic National Park in their magic.

Hunting for Art

Between raindrops, we hunt for wooden art along the waterfront. Since 1997, the “Transformations on the Shore” chainsaw competition has filled Campbell River with sculptures depicting local wildlife and First Nations themes. The town has significant First Nations art installations and several excellent art galleries.

I can live without a dryer or oven for daily walks on this beach

Small Sacrifices for a Nomad Life

I find myself grumbling one day about the rain and the fact that the oven and dryer don’t work at this Airbnb, but quickly chastise myself for complaining. I’m on a beautiful island with the man I love, doing the work I love, while being able to travel. It doesn’t get any better than this.

smiling owners of the Soup Pot on Vancouver Island
Friendly owners of the Soup Pot

Warm Hospitality in a Cup

It’s still raining the day we leave the east coast of Vancouver Island, so we stop for comfort food at The Soup Pot in Courtenay. This is one of those local eateries that most people would pass on the street and never notice, but you’d be missing out on the best cheese scones and hearty soups imaginable! And lovely owners, who give you a sample to help you decide what soup to order.

Beautiful sunsets in Tofino

Thoughts on Tofino

I want to love Tofino, because everyone I’ve spoken to about Vancouver Island says “oh you MUST visit Tofino!” Now that we’re here, I can admire the beautiful beaches set amidst rainforest, the artsy surfer town with its youthful “anything is possible” vibe. But paradise comes at a price: expensive lodging, paid parking and crowds (even in shoulder season). Don’t get me wrong, this place is special, but it’s a tiny piece of land that is loved by many, so it’s best visited during the off season.

kiteboarding at sunset in Tofino Vancouver Island
Watching kiteboarding and surfers at sunset

Why Ucluelet Wins Our Hearts

Eric and I love Ucluelet! The town itself lacks the hipster vibe and easily walkable design of Tofino, but the trail system here is magnificent and it’s free. Parking is free in Ucluelet, it has a good grocery store and restaurants, and it’s still close enough to Tofino to enjoy everything this region has to offer. Lodging is also cheaper (for now).

The Wild Pacific Trail

My breath catches as we begin our hike along the Wild Pacific Trail in Ucluelet. We begin on the Artists Loops and Ancient Cedars, awestruck at the ancient forest and crashing waves. It’s all coastal trail, rarely do we lose sight of the ocean.

We walk the Lighthouse Loop on a Saturday, so we share trail space with several families with young children. Hearing their squeals of glee every few feet as they get a new glimpse of the ocean or spot a spooky looking old tree just adds to our enjoyment of this beautiful trail.

man gazing at ocean on Wild Pacific Trail in Ucluelet
Eric contemplating how much longer he needs to work to afford a house here

Most Interesting Man in the World

We call him Bob Sooke and he’s the most interesting man on Vancouver Island that we’ve met. Bob is our Airbnb host in the town of Sooke, and we spend hours visiting with him during our stay. He’s a whirlwind of knowledge and stories, and I’m still questioning half of what he tells us about hiring a helicopter in South America to fly over a mountain no one’s ever flown over. Or his comment about solo hiking some of the most remote long-distance trails in northern British Columbia. “You just charter a boat and hop out of a helicopter and you can hike it, easy peasy.” Uh huh.

boardwalk at Sunset in Sooke Vancouver Island
Love our evening walks on the Sooke Boardwalk

Sooke, a Hiker's Paradise

Besides charming local personalities, Sooke bespells us with its proximity to TONS and TONS of hiking trails. All of Vancouver Island is a hiking paradise, but Sooke especially so. We stretch our legs that first night by walking across the street to watch the sunset from Marine Boardwalk and Macgregor Park. Families are crabbing from the docks and it feels reminiscent of coastal Louisiana.

secluded beach at Iron Mine Bay in East Sooke Park
Secluded beach at Iron Mine Bay, where scuba divers begin the day

Hiking East Sooke Park

The following day we explore East Sooke Regional Park. LOVE this park! We start on the west side at Silver Spray Trailhead, thankful that Bob gave us directions because this entry is not well marked. We wander for awhile along Pike Point and Iron Mine Bay Beach, where we watch scuba divers swim alongside an otter.

We then follow the Coast Trail, marveling at the gorgeous views and comparing this trail to coastal hikes in Oregon.

We take our time on this trail, often stopping to sit under a shady tree to watch more scuba divers or listen to the wind moving through the trees. We walk as long as we wish before turning around to loop back a different way, heading into the forest.

hidden cove with rope swing in East Sooke Park
One of many hidden coves in East Sooke Park

The East side of East Sooke Park is equally stunning, albeit more crowded, which is obvious as soon as we arrive at the huge Aylard Farm parking lot. It’s popular because there are so many hidden coves and beaches, all easily accessible with a short walk.

Arbutus has a striking red trunk

Besides the beautiful hidden beaches, trees are a highlight of this section of the park. We walk through old growth Coastal Western Hemlock, Douglas Fir and Western Red Cedars, but the red barked Madrona plants are what capture my attention. They call them Arbutus trees here.

man walking amidst driftwood at Botany Bay

Coastal Walks in Juan de Fuca

It’s a little over one hour to reach on a bumpy road, but we enjoy the coastal drive along Hwy 14 to reach Botanical Beach in Juan de Fuca Park. Once again, our jaws drop at the beauty before us.

man in forest walking on wooden boards

The walk through dense forest is pretty by itself and the views at Botany Bay and Botanical Beach are just icing on the cake.

We tried to get here for low tide but manage mid-tide instead, which means we miss some of the best tidepools. But Eric and I are fine with that, there’s a resident Bald Eagle perched in his aerie here at the beach and it’s currently not raining.

Botanical Beach on a cloudy day in Juan de Fuca Park

Braving the Juan de Fuca Trail

Eric thinks he’s here for easy beach walks, but I convince him to set out on a section of the Juan de Fuca Trail. This is one of the most challenging multi-day trails in British Columbia, mostly due to coastal erosion and high tides. I have no intention of ever thru-hiking this trail, so I just want a glimpse of it.

Less than two miles in, we encounter poor trail conditions and fresh scat and large paw prints in the mud. Believing this to be cougar, we turn around. Actually, Eric sprints away and I have to remind him “safety in numbers!”

man walking Pacheedaht Beach on Vancouver Island
Love our windy walk and lunch at Pacheedaht Beach

Moody Vibes at Pacheedat Beach

Back in our car, we drive to Pacheedat Beach to enjoy a quiet picnic lunch. A storm is moving in and this is the perfect beach to watch it unfold, although my hands are frozen stiff. Between the mist, cold weather and a crow who won’t leave us alone, I’m getting serious Winterfell vibes and hearing the Game of Thrones soundtrack in my head. We run back to the car when it starts raining.

window view of Butchart Gardens Vancouver Island
Picture perfect view of Butchart Gardens

A Perfect Ending

Our last day on Vancouver Island couldn’t have ended more perfectly. We experience rush hour traffic on the way to Victoria and quickly decide to avoid the city entirely, diverting instead to Butchart Gardens. Perfect decision.

fountain at Butchart Gardens Vancouver Island

We arrive as the gardens open, which means we miss the worst of the crowds, although they quickly appear within the hour. We roam the grounds, often retracing our steps to get a different view.

Eric and I have seen some beautiful gardens. Longwood in Pennsylvania, Ohme in Washington, Keukenhof in The Netherlands, temple gardens in Kyoto – we appreciate how each reflects its creators’ vision.

woman standing in front of Seahorses Cafe on Vancouver Island
Perfect lunch spot after visiting Butchart Gardens

The gardens take less time than we expected, so we enjoy an early lunch at Seahorses Cafe in Brentwood Bay. We visit with our Aussie waitress from Melbourne and drool over the best cauliflower bites ever! Then we spend 2 hours at the public library, where we meet a retired doctor who is a fellow travel blogger. I shake my head in acknowledgment when he says “libraries are the perfect place to meet interesting people.”

water and islands viewed from Vancouver Island ferry
Saying goodbye is never easy

Final Thoughts of the Island

Vancouver Island embodies the perfect blend of wild nature and welcoming communities. Time slows down here and every moment reminds us why we continue to return to the Pacific Northwest. Often the best journeys are those that have no itinerary, and small moments such as finding friendship in a library corner become the most memorable activity.

Stay tuned for one last post, as we begin The Journey Back Home.

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Walking to Carrick & the Slieve League Cliffs

man walking Sli Cholmcille to Carrick

Our 20 days in Ireland, walking the Bluestack Way and Slí Cholmcille and volunteering for a HelpX on Clare Island, is coming to an end. And while our second day on the Slí Cholmcille might be my least favorite of the entire trip, our last 2 days in Ireland make up for it with a beautiful hike to the Slieve League Cliffs and an evening with friends in Dublin.

couple in front of Millstone B&B in Cashel
Leaving our comfy B&B in Cashel on a sunny day

Day 2 Walking the Slí Cholmcille

Looks like another day of full sun as we head uphill out of town, offering us expansive views of the village from a different viewpoint. We stop at Byrne’s, the only food store within walking distance of our B&B. In the summer they offer pre-packaged sandwiches but we’re here in off-season so options are limited to mostly snack foods. Thankfully we’ve packed emergency beef jerky and protein bars, so we won’t starve.

View of Cashel from Sli Cholmcille path

We quickly see signs of active peat harvesting. We’ve been smelling the peat fires throughout town as many locals prefer to use it for heat and sentimental reasons, but now we get to see how they harvest and dry it. People have different methods, but here they are stacking it in little teepee shaped piles. Once dried, these hardened peat bricks are thrown into bags and collected as needed.

piles of peat drying in a field

We enjoy the soft crunch of gravel and the pillowy softness of dried bog grass beneath our feet while we sweat off our breakfast. Not liking this hot sun, but grateful for an easier walk today (or so I think).

man hiking Sli Cholmcille to Carrick

After some road walking, we leave the pavement to follow a forest through a short stretch of boggy terrain. The landscape is so barren here and it’s blazing hot with no relief from the sun. I’m not loving this route today.

But really, I shouldn’t complain, because the blue sky is gorgeous and we’re approaching a lake with mountains all around us.

man walking Sli Cholmcille towards a lake and mountains

A bit of open hillwalking through boggy fields that are relatively dry (thanks to the sun I keep complaining about).

But then we begin our climb up Crockunna, one of those Irish hills that feels like a mountain. There’s no clear path and it’s quite boggy, but there are waymarking posts offering a general direction up. We find a wall of raised earth and boulders, following it up as far as we can. I am sooooooo happy to reach the summit!

woman standing atop Crockunna looking out on Sli Cholmcille and lake
Looking down at Carrick from Crockunna

More open hillwalking but the descent is much easier as we walk towards Carrick. We have lovely views of the River Glen which spills out into the Atlantic Ocean and the barren terrain opens up into bright green pathways lined with yellow gorse.

Arriving into town, we stop at a small market to purchase snacks. We’re too tired and grubby to eat at the Slieve League Lodge, which boasts the only restaurant in town that’s open at the moment. We’ll come back for dinner later.

man walking into Carrick
Walking into Carrick, population 265

We’re staying about 1 mile south of Carrick, closer to Teelin and the Slieve League Cliffs. There’s a pretty river walk that takes us directly from town to O’Neill’s B&B, where once again we are greeted by a friendly face and a comfortable room to rest. Our room is spacious with skylights and windows facing the river.

It rains the next day, so we spend it relaxing in our room and walking more along the river walk. On the road to Teelin, just a few feet from our B&B, there’s a coffee truck called Brew In Thru where we get sandwiches and coffee.

Brew In Thru coffee truck in Teelin

Visiting Slieve League Cliffs

At breakfast we chat with Germaine and Mark from Wisconsin and I feel like we’re long-lost friends. We’ll see them again later today, as the skies have cleared and we’re all heading to the Slieve League Cliffs.

woman standing at Slieve League Cliffs Ireland

Besides being famous for their natural splendor, the Cliffs serve as the start of the International Appalachian Trail (IAT) in Ireland. They are more than 2x higher than the Cliffs of Moher and just shy of being the highest sea cliffs in Ireland — that honor goes to the Croaghaun Cliffs on Achill Island. Our host drops us off at the official Sliabh Liag Visitor’s Centre, where we meet up again with our new friends from Wisconsin. We say a quick hello to Roisin, who works at the center, and hop on a quick shuttle up to the Bunglas Viewpoint.

Bunglas Viewpoint, what everyone's here to see

As expected, there are a lot of people here, but once we hike up towards the top we lose most of them. Only daredevils attempt to walk One Man’s Pass, which traverses the tip of the cliffs and connects with the Pilgrim’s Path to return to the village of Teelin. We walk as far as we can until losing visibility in the fog.

Instead of taking the return shuttle, we walk back down to Teelin. The Wisconsin couple joins us and we swap travel stories all the way down. It’s a clear day so we have gorgeous views of Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Coast looking south. We can also see Carrigan Head and the old signal tower, built by the British in the early 1800s to warn of French invasions.

Back in the village, we part ways with the Wisconsins who are stopping at a cafe. We’re determined to eat at The Rusty Mackerel, even though we don’t have reservations. Our hosts and our notes from Tailor-Made Tours warned us about this, but in our excitement to reach the cliffs we simply forgot. After a long wait and drinks in the pub, we eventually get a table. The atmosphere is worth the wait and the cuisine is good solid Irish comfort food.

We finish our day by walking back to our B&B on Teelin Road. It’s a busy road and there’s little room on the sides to step away from traffic, but the views are lovely and we stop again at the coffee truck.

Glen River on Teelin Road
Walk back to O'Neill's B&B from Teelin

Return to Dublin

It’s the end of our walking holiday in Donegal so we say goodbye to the O’Neills who have been excellent hosts. They’ve scheduled a taxi for our return to Donegal Town, a splurge since we could have taken the local bus. Our taxi driver is the youngest of 7 children. He lives in Kilcar where his 83yr old dad still runs the family pub (John Joe’s Pub) that he took over from his father. The drive along this coastline is stunning and Eric and I make a mental promise to return with a car someday to drive the entire Donegal and Northern Ireland coast.

old worn out hiking boots

Our packs are lighter as we arrive in Donegal Town, and that’s because Eric and I both have left our hiking boots behind. It’s fitting that we purchased our boots for our first hiking trip to Ireland in 2016. After treading paths all over the world, they finally meet their end back in Ireland.

We enjoy a luxurious brunch at the Abbey Hotel while waiting for our bus which will take us to Dublin. Sean and Michelle have graciously offered to share their home with us tonight and their daughter even gives up her bedroom. Yes, we could have stayed in a hotel near the airport, but we have WAY more fun this way!

two couples sharing drinks around a firepit
Sean & Michelle warm us up with good liquor, conversation & a fire

I’ve worked with Sean for the past year but we’ve never met in person. Can’t think of a better way to end our time in Ireland than with this fun-loving family! Michelle cooks stone oven pizzas and salad while their young son Thomas roasts  marshmallows to perfection and quizzes us on Irish words. We stuff our faces with homemade sticky pudding and daughter Ella shares her story of childhood trauma at airport customs when she snuck giant scissors into her luggage.

boy roasting marshmallows

A friend pops in to drop off duck eggs and wish Michelle a happy 50th birthday. While sitting around the fire, which Thomas is gleefully building, the friend’s pup Luna entertains us with a poop fiasco all over the yard which culminates in a grand finale of a butt scoot all the way down the pavement. I laugh so hard that night that I go to bed with sore cheeks.

The morning before our flight, Sean takes us on a walk through Glasnevin Cemetery and the National Botanic Gardens. Sean and I discuss tourism and brainstorm ideas for enticing Americans to Ireland. It’s the perfect ending to a perfect trip, and it’s certainly not the last time we’ll visit Ireland. We loved our first trip to Dingle, but this time our experiences were so much richer. We spent more time connecting with people and all of our accommodations were owned by friendly innkeepers who welcomed us with open arms — that hospitality is the true beauty of Ireland.

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Hiking Donegal’s Slí Cholmcille

woman hiking Sli Cholmcille in Donegal Ireland

Having completed the Bluestack Way from Donegal to Ardara, Eric and I begin a new walk along the Slí Cholmcille. This route is part of several long-distance and heritage trails. The Slí Cholmcille is one of 4 loop trails that make up the Bealach na Gaeltachta (Gaeltacht Way). The International Appalachian Trail (IAT) follows a section of this route, as does a pilgrimage walk that is currently being developed and will eventually end in Scotland.

We are walking a modified version of the Slí Cholmcille, designed by Tailor-Made Tours, covering Ardara to Kilcar plus the Slieve League Cliffs. Come walk with us…

Day 1 Walking the Slí Cholmcille

Total Distance: 14mi / 22km

Our first day on the Slí Cholmcille begins with a taxi to the supermarket to pick up lunch, then drop off at the Assaranca Waterfall. The first few miles are on a busy road but at least we have lovely views of an estuary and Loughros Beg Bay. Before we know it, we’re surrounded by mountains and rivers.

As our route notes suggest, we take a quick detour to explore Maghera Strand, considered to be one of the most beautiful beaches in Donegal. I wholeheartedly agree! I would travel to Ireland just to explore this long stretch of sand, surrounded by mountains, dunes, crystal clear lakes and sea caves.

Back on the road, we continue along the Slí Cholmcille, steadily climbing up into the mountains.

woman walking Slí Cholmcille in Donegal Ireland

Passing through a picturesque valley with bleating lambs and a stream running down to the beach.

At the top, we exit the valley, walking towards an old stone cottage where we leave the roads and any semblance of civilization behind us.

man walking toward stone cottage

This is the second most challenging part of our hiking in Donegal. Just like the Bluestack Way, Slí Cholmcille includes open hillwalking through hag bogs. The path is more defined here, with loose rock to help guide us through most of hills.

boggy terrain and fenceline

But at one point we reach a section where everything has been washed away, leaving the hags isolated far apart and separated by a thick morass of black tar-like mud. I have to slide down a hag and almost twist my ankle when I step into a sinkhole hiding underneath the reeds. In three different places we steal rocks off the trail and use them to create a pathway through the mud in order to get to the next waymarker.

The route also involves several small stream crossings, nothing difficult, but enough to keep things interesting. Stopping for lunch along a river, Eric nearly drops his sandwich in the water because his hands are shaking after a near-catastrophic fall down one of the hags. Hard not to smile when surrounded by so much beauty.

man smiles while eating lunch on Sli Cholmcille

Once past the Glen River valley we pick up a road again. The countryside is beautiful, with traditional cottages and sheep being the highlight of this section.

It starts to rain again, has been off and on all day, but Eric and I don’t mind as long as it’s a light shower. Ireland is absolutely stunning no matter the weather.

And just like that, the rain stops as we reach Kiltyfanned Lough, where we enjoy lunch and we bask in the sun like lizards.

This road leads to An Port, a deserted fishing village with some of the most impressive views we’ve seen on Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Coast.

An Port is one of those “hidden gems” that many may know about but are often unwilling to hike or drive to this remote location. We meet up with an adventurous bloke who drove here. He says he likes American football, brings his boy to the NFL games when they come to London but he prefers the college games. He tells us we have to watch a game of hurling if we have a chance. 

From An Port our path ascends uphill. We’re both tired at this point but the coastal views more than make up for our weary feet.

After walking up the back of Faugher Mountain, we begin a long descent into Cashel where we’re staying the next 2 nights. The hard tarmac road is brutal on our bruised feet, but again, such lovely views that it’s hard not to feel exquisite joy in this moment.

In town, we stop at the local market for food. Options are limited in this tiny convenience store but we’re too exhausted to be picky. Plenty of time for a hot meal and pub tomorrow.

When we arrive at Millstone B&B, Geraldine greets us with “oh, you must be wrecked!” It’s an apt description because I feel like a ship that’s been battered and tossed about, grateful to have reached shore. Her warm greeting is one of the things I love most about inn to inn hiking. When far from home, at the end of a long day of hiking, it’s comforting to know someone is waiting for you with a smile and hot cup of coffee or tea.

Rest Day in Glencolmcille

We have a day to rest and explore the beautiful village of Cashel. At breakfast, we visit with a young man from northern China who is traveling around Ireland by bus with no itinerary, just pottering around for a month. Says he took trains and boats to get here, no airplanes. Interesting is too simple a word for this guy. It’s a sunny day so I wash laundry and hang our clothes to dry on the lines outside before walking to town.

We walk to the Glencolmcille Folk Village, an open air museum with 7 buildings, each depicting various stages of rural life in Ireland. It’s an excellent collection of artifacts and they did a fantastic job of authentically re-creating living conditions. As we enter buildings, smelling the peat fire and old wool clothing and linens, it is easy to imagine what it would have been like to sleep in these tiny beds and live in these conditions.

The first building we enter has a life-size replica of Fr. James McDyer, who established the folk village in 1967 as a way to boost the local economy and preserve their cultural heritage. Fr. McDyer is fondly remembered as being an activist who tirelessly fought to improve living conditions in his rural parish. Sounds like someone my parents would have loved to meet.

Across the street from the folk village is a beautiful beach with the mountain that we hiked yesterday looming above. Glencolmcille is my favorite town in Donegal so far, at least for scenic beauty. Nestled at the sea between mountains and rocky outcroppings with rivers and verdant green pasture, this quiet slice of heaven calls to me on a visceral level.

Glencolmcille Folk Village and beach

As we walk back through town, visions of living the quiet life in such a beautiful place, we pass an old man in a kilt. Unfortunately it’s a windy day and my eyes just so happen to settle on him as he experiences a Marilyn Monroe moment. He’s a genuine Scotsman, that’s all I can say.

We end our nearly perfect day at John Eonin’s Pub, where we enjoy a fantastic meal and try carrageen moss pudding which is made from seaweed found off the south and west coast of Ireland. It’s delicious! Roisin joins us for drinks. Her brother owns Tailor-Made Tours and she works at the Slieve League Visitor Centre. She gives us all sorts of good advice and doesn’t seem to mind that I have tons of questions. She offers wonderful conversation and buys us a round. To my eternal shame, we forget to return the favor. Guess we’ll have to go back to Donegal and meet Roisin for another round of drinks. Oh darn. 😉

Our time in the lovely Cashel and Glencolmcille region might be over, but we still have one more day of hiking to reach Carrick on the Slí Cholmcille. Stick around for that and the Slieve League Cliffs.

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