“OK, I Get It.”
Summer weekends around here are pretty sweet.
, when my nephew— then about two and a half—was here visiting from Calgary with his parents, my sister asked him which he preferred: Calgary or the coast. “Here!” he said adamantly. “Why?” she asked. “Because it has all of this!” he answered, spreading his chubby arms open wide to the beach and the ocean in front of him.
When it comes to summer in Vancouver, or anywhere on the coast really, that’s a tough argument to beat. A friend who moved here from Montreal at the beginning of fall said he wasn’t sold on the city during that year’s particularly brutal snowy and rainy winter, but when summer came around and he nally got to experience just one glorious beach season, he admitted, “OK, I get it.”
Here at Vanmag we know these summer weekends are precious, and so we wanted to put together a story that planned an itinerary for every single one—all 14 of them. Our goal was to nd weekend plans that are a little out of the ordinary, and I think we succeeded. Case in point: writer Masa Takei takes a oat plane to access the South Chilcotin’s wildest mountain bike trails. (He also recommends making a pit stop in Centralia, Washington, on your next trip to Portland—to share a pint with the locals, and to explore both the deep craft beer list of the Olympic Club hotel and the incredible collection that Holly Phelps has assembled at the Shady Lady Bordello Museum.)
Our exec editor Stacey Mclachlan demonstrates that you don’t have to choose your favourite Gulf Island, because you can actually hit three in one (long) weekend. And associate editor Julia Dilworth stakes her claim on a quiet point on the Twin Islands, a feels-like-it’s-remote camping destination that’s only a twohour paddle from Deep Cove.
Me? My local destination of choice for summer alternates between Third Beach (bike, rosé, bathing suit and book—it’s perfection) and Powell River. The latter is a “two ferries can’t be wrong” happy place I’ve been visiting for 10 years. My vacation starts the moment I crack open a Zunga blonde from Townsite on the back patio of the restaurant at the Earls Cove ferry terminal, and it only gets better from there. Here’s hoping your rst few summer weekends are just as glorious. And how could they not be? We have all of this.