July 2nd, 2005


Vacation!!!! (A one day trip to paradise)

I wonder if this is post worthy to curious tourist??? Sooguy???

Anyways... Thursday morning I was busy running around getting ready for the trip, when I heard the radio announce the HUGE ferry crashing at HORSESHOE BAY, our planned and only viable route to the sunshine coast. The monster ferry rammed into the ground, crushing 13-30 boats after it lost power. In contrast to popular belief, the boats and dock did NOT stop the boat, but rather the lowish tide caused it to run aground.

Still, we braved the ferry terminal expecting the worst since it was a long weekend paired with a large news-worthy disaster.

We did reach our destination on time as planned.

The Sunshine Coast is actually a part of the British Columbia Mainland, even though it is reachable only by ferry, leaving the impression that it's an island in the minds of many. It's a short 40 min ferry ride from Horseshoe Bay, one of Vancouver's two ferry terminals.

The main town is Gibsons. From there we drove ~ 40 klicks northwest up the large Sechelt inlet to our friend's cabin. We passed a small park (Porpoise Bay) that featured camping, a lush band of green lawn, and a sandy beach in a shallow warm bay.

Since we were really only there one day, we did a simple short walk: along smugglers cove. Smugglers cove is named due to a bit of history: after the completion of the CPR (Canadian Pacific Railway), many Chinese labourors were out of work. So an enterprising captain made money by charging a fee to smuggle them to the states from this cove, so they could look for work south of the border.

It was also a haven for rum-runners during the prohibition.
(Yeah, the trail has little signs with tidbits of info)

The trail itself is a joy. Smugglers cove is a network of intimate inlets revealing a glimpse of boats anchored here and there. There are a few arbutus trees, beautiful broad-leaved trees that stay green year long but shed their thin red bark. The water is relatively clear. The rocks are rounded forms of granite. Looking over the edge of a sun warmed cliff, I could see rock weed (fucus), purple see stars, and perhaps deeper down, some kelp.

The mountains are green with thick temperate rainforest, aside from the dotting of the cabins. It felt like we were at a lake sometimes, sincewe were in "inside water".

The taste of the coast leaves me longing for more, wondering who I can get to go tenting with me.
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