There's something about the Wick, and all that wilderness, which is utterly captivating. Inside it's chilled out, friendly, and comfortable, but the outside environment is often wild, savage and sometimes desolate. Perched on the rocks on Chesterman beach near Tofino it is perfectly placed to benefit from both the angels and the demons of the Pacific weather. The winter Storm Watching packages see you sequestered, womb-like in your room, watching the most fantastical storms roll in from the sea. The 'on the rocks' bar does a pretty mean cranberry martini to while away the ends of days, and the morning cobwebs get blown away beachcombing on Chesterman shore.
You can walk, sail, whale watch, kayak, hike, spa, or just sit by the Wick's huge picture windows and watch the waves roll in under your feet. And my hubby would never forgive me if I did not mention that they do the best poached eggs by room service that you will EVER find. And he is a connoisseur of such things.
We've been three times to the Wick - each time I try to savour the experience more than the last. The journey to get there being as much part of the joy as the arriving. Taking the small twin prop plane over the cranberry fields of Vancouver and landing bumpily on the tiny airstrip of Tofino is at once exhilarating and terrifying. The views of Vancouver Island's approaching coast, are interspersed with the frozen lakes, the driftwood beaches full of native totems, and the bears wandering across the open meadows.
On Vancouver Island you can breathe, deep and clear, nature in all it's glory. Yellow cedar, eucalyptus, and pine. Rain, storms and wind.
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