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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They Told Us Not to Go to St. John’s

woman hiking North Head section of East Coast Trail Newfoundland

“You won’t be happy in St. John’s now that you’ve been here, you’ll miss this place.”

Nearly these exact words were spoken to us by two different people in two different places – Fleur de Lys and Trinity. But how could we drive all this way to Newfoundland and not visit their biggest city? Besides, we were here to hike the best trails and the East Coast Trail runs right through St. John’s.

man hiking to puffin colony in Elliston Newfoundland
Had we not stopped in Trinity, we would have missed this gorgeous view in Elliston.

Friendly hospitality in Trinity East

We are not immune to persuasion, however, so we shaved one day off our original itinerary so that we could stop in Trinity East for a night. Like so many decisions made on this trip, we adapted our plans when our gut drew us to a particular place. Home of the Brightside Bistro and Sisters Inn, Trinity East was the perfect stop to break up our long drive from Fleur de Lys to St. John’s.

Brightside Bistro and Sisters Inn, Trinity East Newfoundland

When we walked into the door of Brightside Bistro, the only thing we knew about this place was that Eric was impressed by their menu.

Yes, we alter our itineraries based on menus.

Jaime, one of the owners, greeted us as soon as we arrived and proceeded to chat with us amidst a bustling atmosphere of lively conversation. The place was bright and happy and pumping with good music. In our beautifully decorated room directly above the dining room, I threw myself on the bed with outstretched arms and said “I feel like we’ve been transported to Ireland to one of our favorite pubs.”

bedroom at Sisters Inn, Trinity East Newfoundland

At dinner, we discovered Chef Nikki was off for the night so Eric would miss that menu he’d been drooling over. With the face of a sad puppy, Eric quickly recovered once his fish and chips arrived. My chicken sandwich didn’t sound exciting either but it was FANTASTIC! As was our roasted beet and apple salad and my frou-frou beverage.

Our fellow diners were a mix of hikers (LOVE seeing hiking boots in a restaurant) and the owners’ family members. Father’s Day was that weekend and they were gearing up for a big bar-b-que the next day. With the ease of a master networker, Jaime pulled everyone into conversation that night. We learned that the bistro had just opened a month ago and that evening was the first night this chef was in charge of the kitchen. No one would have been the wiser, everyone working that night moved and spoke like old pros.

At breakfast, the conversations continued and really took off once we realized we shared a passion for Dave Matthews, the Lumineers and Mumford & Sons. They actually named the cafe after a Lumineers song. Jaime showed us the coffee bar they’re adding and I could see how deeply passionate the Brightside team are about this place. They all have jobs elsewhere and drive from Gander and St. John’s – that is a real commitment and it’s always refreshing to see people doing something that they love.

Making friends on the Skerwink Trail

Besides the food, we had also chosen Trinity so we could hike the Skerwink Trail, which often makes the “top 5” of Newfoundland hikes. Skerwink was beautiful, and you should absolutely hike it, but it was very crowded. I wish we had known about the other trails in this area, especially the Fox Island Trail which looked amazing!

quiet moment at beginning of Skerwink, before everyone caught up with us

I was surprised at how many photos I actually took of Skerwink, because my memories of this trail are mostly of conversations or me humming a tune to distract myself from how badly I needed to pee. There were plenty of trees and tucked away places, just too many darn people.

Had we left early, however, we would not have met the lovely people that we did. One couple from New Hampshire chatted with us off and on as we swapped photo spots and we bonded with others as we approached a den of foxes with baby pups.

family of foxes on Skerwink Trail in Newfoundland
family of foxes on Skerwink Trail

But the older couple from Montreal was our favorite. We spent nearly an hour on the trail visiting with them, swapping travel stories as we seemed to share the same travel style. They were very interested in our Trips to Walkabout site and challenged me to find more companies that offer walking tours in French. Défi accepté.

woman hiking Skerwink Trail with man taking photo in background
my buddy from Montreal in background, we're in half his photos as he is in ours

Towards the end of the Skerwink Trail is a beach with views of a lighthouse and island (if it’s not foggy). Most people walked right past it but we love our beach walks so we sauntered for awhile.

Exploring Bonavista Peninsula

We had one day to explore the Bonavista Peninsula and that included our morning hike on Skerwink. The town of Elliston claims to be the root cellar capital of the world and they have puffins, so that was of course a mandatory stop. As expected, Elliston was crowded with tourists so I highly recommend coming early in the morning if you visit. The town was precious and I could easily see myself hunting for the root cellars and taking pictures of all of them. While I was disappointed by the puffins (they were too far for photos), I was awed by the beautiful cliffside walk. It reminded us of Mykines Island where we first saw puffins in the Faroe Islands.

The roads were terrible on Bonavista and it seemed to be something the locals just took in stride. Dodging potholes became entertainment! That didn’t deter us from enjoying a scenic drive around the entire peninsula, especially when there were icebergs on the horizon.

We arrive in St. John's

Our new friends pegged us well, for as we arrived in St. John’s I could feel my wings curling back into my body. St. John’s isn’t a large city by any means and it’s located directly on the coast with beautiful scenery all around. But they were right, we immediately wanted to be back in the small outports. It didn’t help that our Airbnb was a basement apartment below homeowners who had no idea how loud they were. I’m still not sure if it was the dog that sounded like he was breaking things or if they were teaching aerobics classes while wearing steel shoes. Nicest couple and best location near Quidi Vidi, but boy was it LOUD!

view of St John's Newfoundland
photo courtesy of onepony from Getty Images Pro

Noise aside, it was nice to be back in a city where food options were more plentiful. Eric was starting to look like a scruffy nerf herder (any Star Wars fans here?) so we walked into Moammar’s Barbershop for a trim. I knew he was in good hands when I saw how meticulously placed everything was on Moammar’s shelf. He quickly felt the shape of Eric’s head and then the Edward Scissor Hands magic began. The man was quick and precise and I could tell that it was bothering him that Eric wouldn’t let him touch his beard. This was a barber who expected perfection, it was like watching art! His job done, Moammar looked to me for approval, I nodded, and Eric walked out with the best cut he will probably ever have.

moose sausage, halloumi and fresh chard, yum!

Hiking sections of the East Coast Trail

I had a list of sections that we could hike along the East Coast Trail, Newfoundland’s famous long-distance trail. Our original plan was to hire transport services each day so that we could hike entire sections and be returned to our car. By this point in our 50-day trip, we didn’t want to be confined to a schedule so we opted to hike shorter versions each day, simply turning around on the trail whenever we felt like it.

Our first hike was Silver Mine Head, parking at Middle Cove Beach and heading northwest up the coast. I wasn’t feeling well that day so we only hiked 3 miles, turning around where the homes were directly on the trail (just past the bridge and waterfall). Coastal hikes are always our favorite, and this one followed closely along the edge so we loved it!

We didn’t plan it this way, but the next day we reached our 100th mile of hiking on this trip exactly at North Head on the East Coast Trail. We arrived early which ensured a parking spot at the popular Cape Spear Lighthouse

Heading south on the trail, we stopped for lunch at North Head and visited with a group of Newfoundlanders, one of which had cousins that live in Baton Rouge. They were impressed with my Newfie accent but said Eric needed work.

Weather was not on our side for most of our stay in St. John’s, so our third day of hiking the East Coast Trail was short-lived. We drove past Torbay and Pouch Cove, both pretty towns I would recommend for an alternative to the city. It was raining as we drove up the road to Cape Saint Francis, which was in terrible condition so we actually parked at one point and walked the rest of the way.

lodging on East Coast Trail near White Horse Path in Newfoundland

The rain was getting worse and fog was moving in, so we only hiked a short portion of the White Horse Path. It was beautiful, probably my favorite spot, but it’s also one of the most difficult sections of the ECT and dangerous in bad weather. Just when we thought we were the only crazy ones to come out in this weather, we met up with two young men, one who went to university here and the other who was visiting from San Antonio, Texas. Neither had a rain jacket or hiking boots, just “out for a stroll.”

white horse path section of East Coast Trail Newfoundland

The end for us but beginning for others

The morning we left Newfoundland, we walked to Quidi Vidi. It was pretty and Instagram-worthy but I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the people who live there. It’s a tiny area and I can’t imagine what it’s like during high tourist season. We watched as high school seniors dressed in formal gowns and suits had their photos taken. A woman told us that graduations are a week-long celebration in Newfoundland and they have a big party similar to our proms here in the States.

We stopped for a picnic lunch at Topsail Beach, where the East Coast Trail begins. Yesterday morning we were bundled up in coats and our eyelashes were freezing, today was warm and full of sunshine. Appropriate, as it was the first official day of summer for school kids. Children were walking around in shorts and tube tops and rushing from school to stop at Berg’s for ice cream. Eating our beet and wheat berry salad, we watched as families played on the beach, thinking “time to go home, the crowds are out and the sun is shining.”

Topsail Beach playground in Newfoundland
Topsail Beach before the sun and people arrived

Sobering moments on ship

Our adventures weren’t quite over yet, as we hopped on the Argentia Ferry for our 16-hour overnight return to Cape Breton. WiFi never worked and food options were scarce so we splurged on the buffet supper. Bring snacks and books, that’s my advice for anyone taking the ferries to Newfoundland! A ferry is always an adventure, however, and this was no exception. We eavesdropped on people listening to the news on their phones, they had just announced that the Titan submersible had experienced a catastrophic implosion and everyone had died. We had been watching search helicopters fly by that week as we hiked near St. John’s, where the Titan began its journey. Sobering news, which is probably why I had a panic attack when we turned off our cabin lights that night. In a room with no windows and sinking submarines playing in my mind, I felt the need to reach out and hold Eric’s hand. Life is a risk and I’ll never regret living it to the fullest as long as he’s by my side.

man in cabin on Argentia Ferry from Newfoundland

Final advice for visiting Newfoundland

When to visit

  • Mid-June is the sweet spot. It’s the best time if you want to feel more local, have cooler temps for hiking, less crowded trails and businesses are open. The only downside is missing the chance to hike Gros Morne Mountain.

Choosing an itinerary

  • If you only have 1 week, pick a side (west or east) and don’t try to squeeze in the entire island. You’ll miss out on the experiences that make this place so special.
  • If you have 2 weeks, split them up between east and west Newfoundland, spending more days on the west coast if you prefer day hikes and small fishing towns. If the East Coast Trail is what you’re after, spend your entire trip on the east side and add in some time for one of the neighboring peninsulas.
  • If you have time to spare or you prefer off-the-beaten path places and interesting people, head straight to the northern outports and immerse yourself in one of the friendliest cultures in the world.

Read our Hiking Guide to Eastern Newfoundland if you’re interested in planning a hiking trip. If you missed our previous stories about this trip, you’ll find them at Trails and Tales of Western Newfoundland and Fleur de Lys Newfoundland, Land of Storytellers and Icebergs.

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Fleur de Lys Newfoundland, Land of Storytellers and Icebergs

woman standing amongst bergy bits in Petit Nord Newfoundland

The smell of ice — that’s the strongest sensory memory that hits me first as I sit down to write about our time in Fleur de Lys, Newfoundland. And I’m not talking ice like you pull out of your freezer. I’m talking about the smell of glaciers so clean and mineral rich they overwhelm every other smell around. I find myself sucking in air so deeply I get lightheaded, because I just can’t get enough of it.

man taking photo of icebergs near Fleur de Lys Newfoundland

No one told me you could smell icebergs. Some reports say that old sailors claim they smell like cucumbers. If you mean frozen cucumbers then that’s probably the closest description, although it still doesn’t quite capture the scent. This was my first time to see them and it wasn’t even what brought us to this remote northern outport.

We were here to meet The Woman of the Sea.

Why Fleur de Lys and not Twillingate

Throughout this trip, when people found out we were exploring the northern region, their faces would light up and immediately mouth the words “you’re going to Twillingate?” Their faces would fall when we said “no, we’re going to Fleur de Lys.” Locals and tourists showed the same response. It was like we’d rejected their favorite toy. Why on earth would anyone skip the most popular tourist destination in northern Newfoundland? The place with the biggest icebergs, best restaurants and photo opportunities.

iceberg seen off the coast of Twillingate, photo courtesy of Scott Heaney from Getty Images

Our answer was simple. We came to the north to meet people and to witness the daily life of an outport town. It would be hard to accomplish that in Twillingate or the exclusive Fogo Island, but we felt sure we’d find it in the Baie Verte Peninsula, specifically amongst the Petit Nord communities. Named by the French who would seasonally fish these coasts for cod, the Petit Nord stretches from Quirpon to Cape St. John, a coastline dotted with tiny outports that each have their own unique personality and history.

Petit Nord sign in Ming's Bight Newfoundland

Fleur de Lys' Woman of the Sea

We were staying in Fleur de Lys at Woman of the Sea, home and culinary playground for one of the most loving souls we’ve ever met. Kim is a trained chef who offers catered dinners from her home and two bedrooms with a shared bath to rent. When we were perusing Airbnb  for lodging, there was something about Kim’s listing that drew us to her place and we’ve learned to trust our intuition. Call it fate, kismet, Divine Providence, or cosmic forces, I can tell you we were meant to meet Kim. Something clicked the minute we walked through her door, welcomed with coffee and tea buns.

Kim and Eric swap recipes and talk "chef stuff" over breakfast

Our first night in Fleur de Lys was spent visiting with Kim at her kitchen table over fresh pan-fried cod, mashed potatoes and tangy slaw. Born and raised here, Kim has led a fascinating life which has brought her across the globe and back. She hopes to write a memoir and I know it will be a powerful story. With her lyrical Newfie accent and direct way of speaking, Kim is a great storyteller. She’s also an avid reader, her bookshelves are full of cookbooks and history books about Irish independence and rural Newfoundland. A soul sister for sure! To convey just how much we connected with Kim, she used the term “Salt of the Earth” when describing us in our review on Airbnb and I just couldn’t believe it because I had written notes about our stay here the night before and used that exact phrase to describe the residents of Fleur de Lys.

Sam's Place of healing

Kim became our gateway to Fleur de Lys and the Baie Verte area. Through her we met others who continued our education. Like Mary and Bernadine from Sam’s Place, where we learned that “couldn’s” was “what I couldn’t eat yesterday I’ll eat today” – aka leftovers. We warmed ourselves with moose soup (which had been secretly stashed for us at Kim’s request) while Mary (originally from Ontario) kept us laughing as she expounded on all the reasons she hates Newfoundland in the winter (but you can tell she absolutely loves it here). Bernadine was the mother hen of Sam’s Place, quietly welcoming guests with a twinkle in her eye, shaking her head fondly at Mary’s antics. She reminded me so much of Iris who used to work for the Jennings Library – same twinkle, same love and joy pouring out of her.

carrot cake and coffee at Sam's Place in Fleur de Lys Newfoundland
carrot cake at Sam's Place baked by owner Millie Walsh

There’s something sacred about visiting Sam’s Place. Part cafe, part living memorial, this building is the beating heart of Fleur de Lys, representing both the best and worst of humanity. You will find a tragic story here, the kind of brutality and loss that no parent should ever have to endure, but you won’t find the despair that is expected with such pain. Instead, you’ll find a warm light-filled space, where neighbors from outports all around come to visit or have an informal therapy session. Where smiles and hugs are given out like candy. Eric and I went upstairs, where Sam’s childhood playthings are on display. We read the letters on the walls, a mere sampling of 15,000 that were sent to Sam’s parents from all over the world, reminding us all that there is more light in this world than darkness. Sam’s parents, Millie and George,  built a place of healing, not just for themselves but for all those who pass through these doors. 

I purposefully don’t go into details about what happened to Samantha Walsh because I feel the story that should be remembered is one of light and love, but if you want to try to understand the impact on this tiny community, you’ll find an excellent podcast here.

Exploring trails near Fleur de Lys

The reason we needed hot moose soup at Sam’s was because we’d been hiking in the rain that morning. Many outports in northern Newfoundland have at least one community trail that leads to the water, each offering beautiful views of the coastline in different ways. We only spent two nights in Fleur de Lys and the weather didn’t cooperate, but we managed to sneak in as many of these trails as possible.

woman next to Canadian flag on Pacquet hiking trail in Newfoundland

Our first Petit Nord trail was the Ocean View Trail in Pacquet, one of the best short trails we walked in Newfoundland. It began with a viewpoint at Chesley’s Hole, so named for the man who once fell down its cavernous depths and lived to tell about it. It followed the coast out to a large Canadian flag at the tip of the harbor. There was a forest path which looped back to the parking lot but we didn’t take it, choosing to retrace our steps because we couldn’t get enough of the icebergs.

We drove to Coachman’s Cove for our next hike. At the parking lot in front of a large outdoor oven we met a man who I will call Fonz. I don’t know his real name and it’s not from lack of trying. He told us his name several times but his accent was so thick we couldn’t determine what he was actually saying. Fonz held us captive for over 30 minutes while he talked proudly of his town and how a neighboring town (which will remain unnamed) “stole” their artifacts. He talked about working in the asbestos mine which closed down years ago. His face was ravaged by what I can only guess was a very hard life, and it was a stark reminder of why so many Newfoundlanders from these remote outports have left over the years. He also told us how the bread ovens are used during local festivals and Come Home Years.

The first Come Home Year was in 1966 in an effort to increase tourism by inviting expats to return home and rediscover the wonders of Newfoundland. Individual communities continued that tradition throughout the years and in 2022 the provincial government promoted another big Come Home Year. Locals told us a small town might double or triple its population in a day during the events. There would be so much traffic on roads that local entities were begging for volunteers to help fill potholes. Despite the headaches, there’s a definite pride and fondness for this tradition. It speaks to the Newfoundland value of keeping people at the heart of everything.

man standing with arms outstretched towards the ocean full of icebergs
Eric fully embraced northern Newfoundland, you'd have thought he was returning home

Back in Fleur de Lys we hiked their Ocean View Trail. Our intent was to also hike the Spotted Point Trail behind the Dorset Soapstone Museum but weather was not on our side and the museum was closed for the season. Everyone said it’s a great trail, combining excellent views with the history of the soapstone quarry which dates back 1,200-1,600 years ago when pre-Inuit peoples used this resource.

Stories and warm hospitality

Our second evening in Fleur de Lys found us sitting on couches, reading and listening to Willie Nelson and Lucinda Williams as Kim cooked dinner for a book club group. They were discussing The Pearl that Broke Its Shell by Nadia Hashimi, which I found interesting considering Kim’s life experiences. I could tell she was intrigued by the book. Lucy, Kim’s neighbor growing up, was her kitchen assistant for the evening and was delightful to visit with. One of the women in the book club had worked in Lafayette as a travel nurse years ago, the same hospital our friend Lauren works. I should stop being surprised by how interconnected our world truly is.

My favorite part of the morning was listening to Kim whistle in the kitchen while she cooked us breakfast. I’ve never heard anyone who could whistle a tune that well. When asking Kim about what winters were like, she told us about the year the water froze and a polar bear crossed over from Labrador into their town and everyone had to shelter in place for two days while they hunted the polar bear. They stunned him and flew him back home on a helicopter. Even apex predators are treated with respect here.

One only needs to visit Fleur de Lys for a day to understand that these coastal communities know hard times, but what makes them so special in this world is how survival has molded them into a compassionate, hopeful people. People like Kim and Millie and her team at Sam’s Place who find joy in everyday moments and know their joy is amplified when sharing that joy with others. You know the warmth you feel when you walk into a local cafe and they’ve got the fireplace going and your waitress calls you lovie? That’s what Fleur de Lys and north Newfoundland feels like. Like one big polar bear hug, warmth amidst a cold rugged land.

Want more hiking trails in northern Newfoundland? See our Iceberg Trails of Northern Newfoundland on Trips to Walkabout. And if you missed our stories about Gros Morne and Blow Me Down Mts, read Trails and Tales of Western Newfoundland.

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