Off-season slow travel to Ucluelet, BC

In a gap between the rocks where a finger of ocean comes inland, a sole tree bobs in the breeze having been shaped by a violent wind that seems set on blowing all the branches and needles off this tenacious evergreen.

In January, Barney and I headed to Ucluelet on the west coast of Vancouver Island for a slow travel birthday vacation. Ucluelet is due west of Bellingham, but the winding route there makes it seem further north than it is. I had originally been looking for a winter fat biking* adventure, but the combination of wanting a private experience with a hot tub that didn’t also involve air travel led me to scrap the fat biking part.

*a fat bike or fat tire bike is the equivalent of a bike with snowshoes 

From the U.S. there are several ways to reach Vancouver Island. Once you're on the island, head toward Cathedral Grove. There's only one road to Ucluelet and Tofino.

Take your time. Go on diversions.

We primed our experience in Ucluelet with a stop at Cathedral Grove, a two-hour drive from our destination. In the warmer months, Cathedral Grove can be crowded. In mid-January, we had the place to ourselves, which gave us space to take our time. [We stopped at the grove on our way back home, too, for a quick walk and break from sitting in the car.]

The view from the trail in Cathedral Grove opened to reveal a green lake at the foot of an evergreen covered mountain in a gauze of cloud. The rain dripped. Nature breathed soft and easy.
Massive moss-laden trunk of the tree reaches up and up among smaller trees that look spindly in comparison, also covered in moss.
Four and five lobed leaves of moss catch water and sparkle. This close up of the moss against the tree includes some stray orange pine needles and some feathery mosses. Get REALLY close.

We arrived in Ucluelet on a sunny day too early to check in at our Airbnb, so we headed toward Amphitrite Lighthouse to explore. The beautiful weather made everything sparkle. I also hoped the weather might turn and we could experience a raging winter storm. Less than a week before we arrived in Ucluelet, news broke that the tallest rogue wave ever recorded on the planet (17.6 meters/ 58 feet/ 4 stories) was measured off the coast of this 2,000-person fishing town, which we would call home for almost a week. The gravel trail went up and down and up and down and snaked along the rim of the cliffy coast. Most of the water was down there, on the other side of salal hedges and the occasional cable barrier.

A storm approached from the right as the sun shone from the left. An opening in the trees framed a rock outcropping surrounded by water with a family of trees sticking it out in a tough spot.

Waves! It had been about five months since we’d last seen the ocean, but it seemed longer. The rugged coastline excited wildness in me that hadn’t been touched during our beach walks in August. The sun came in and out. Rain came in and out. We both felt alive and refreshed.

Waves frothed around dark brown rocky outcroppings. In the distance, isolated rocky islands with trees stand tall against waves and weather. In this moment, a slice of blue sky brought friendliness to this craggy coast.

Stay a while. Travel in the off-season. Ask locals for recommendations.

Sign in a window with a reflection of me, "We are taking a short winter break to rest and get ready for the new season as well as yearly maintenance and repair. We are looking at reopening Feb 6th. We hope to see you then. All the best to you.

Off-season travel is great for avoiding crowds and having better access to locals and local culture. It also can be challenging when it comes to dining. Having had limited dining options on off-season trips before, I checked online to see what might be open. Ucluelet appeared to have ample open restaurants, particularly for breakfast, as did Tofino a 30-minute drive away. Around 3 or 4 pm when we finished the lighthouse loop, dining options were limited. One place I thought would be open was closed for a couple weeks, but we found a hot meal at Ukee Dogs Taqueria. We sat at a table next to freshly baked and cooling chocolate chip cookies and admired the hand-painted map of Ucluelet hanging above us.

“How do you pronounce the town name?” I asked the one guy who was waiter, cook and bartender.

“Locals call it Ukee. But you say it like it looks – you-clue-let.”

My burrito in a bowl was tasty, warm, and timely.

An illustration of the peninsula that Ucluelet is situated on. The map is dated 2011 and is a stretch of water, a spit of land with the town, a stretch of water, mountains behind.

 Our Airbnb was perfect. It had an outdoor soaking tub, sauna and fire pit. Inside was a compact bedroom, bathroom, full kitchen, dining area, and living area. There was water access and extra amenities for surfers, paddle boarders and kayakers.

*The co-op grocery in town is well stocked if cooking is on your list of things to do.

The sign in the window was handwritten with green marker: CLOSED for equipment repair sorry for the inconvenience! - Back open tomorrow

The next morning, the first breakfast place we went was unexpectedly closed, so we went to Heartwood Kitchen. We loved Heartwood Kitchen, Chef Ian, and his friendly staff. We returned for breakfast almost every day and also had dinner there one night. Heartwood was a dining experience with chicken and waffles, micro greens and sprouts for salad, and what Barney determined was the best hollandaise ever. We sat at the bar for conversation with “Chef.” The staff recommended we visit Wickaninnish Beach and the beach at Florencia Bay.

 
Artfully arranged crispy cheese, sprouts, mozzarella, tomatoes, and spinach.
It's my birthday, I'm happy, and I'm delighted with the improvised candle in this chocolate meringue dessert.

Between Ucluelet and Tofino is Pacific Rim National Park Reserve and the traditional territory of the Nuu-chah-nulth people. We stopped at the Pacific Rim Visitor Centre for a map, recommendations, and parking permit. A biking trail extends the length of the national park between Ucluelet and Tofino and connects to biking trails in both communities. There’s a small section between the park boundary and the trail, ʔapsčiik t̓ašii (going the right way on the trail), in Ucluelet that isn’t complete yet, but it looks like an amazing amenity for traveling between the two communities and enjoying the forest along the way. (Scroll to the end of this post for information about biking to Ucluelet or Tofino and other car-free considerations.)

Slow down for slow travel.

Get down on your knees, feel the moisture seep through your pants, put your nose near the log: moisture, spores, soggy wood. Nature ran its palette knife across this deadfall tree with pale blue then dropped balls like donut peaches in the paint.

One day we walked the Ancient Cedars loop and explored the Artist Loops portion of the Wild Pacific Trail (here’s a map of the Wild Pacific Trail). We encountered a couple who had stopped to photograph some tiny mushrooms. “It’s amazing what you can see when you slow down,” the woman said. Her comment reminded me to be deliberate and curious as we explored the area. Afterward, we drove into the national park and walked the boardwalk through the Rainforest loop and ended the day at Wickaninnish Beach, an expansive sandy beach where we walked the water’s edge. This beach looked like a great place for surfers.

Tiny world of lichens on the Artist Loops

Ropes of trunk stripe this cedar as it spirals up to touch the sky.

Massive cedar on the Ancient Cedars loop

You would need five to nine people with linked hands to hug this tree. In the rainforest, trees don't wear sequins to get all fancy, they wear moss clumps.

A big ol’ tree on the Rainforest Loop

You might not like having a crawly the length of your forearm tickling your hand (or elbow), but it's smiling. All is well.

Usnea longissima, beard lichen - or, “I have a huge millipede on my arm!” How do you know it’s beard lichen? Give it a gentle tug. If it stretches, it’s beard lichen.

Wickaninnish Beach in the afternoon


Bare shore pine branches tangle and twine into a heart shape. A moody day in the bog with a flat gray sky and the contortionist branches in silhouette.

The day after that – Friday, my birthday – I put the slow in slow travel. We explored Shorepine Bog, then walked the Nuu-chah-nulth cultural trail to South Beach. I’d been intrigued by brief reference to carnivorous plants on a trail map and information board and realized I might see sundews in their native habitat in the bog.

The sundew looks a lot like a tentacle-headed alien with an eyeball atop the end of each tentacle.

A quick illustration of a sundew leaf. It has a green stem and head with with red tentacles extending from the top of the leaf. The end of each tentacle holds a glob of clear sticky stuff that entraps insects when they land. Once an insect is ensnared in the sparkly nectar, the leaf lobe curls up around the insect and digests it.

The trail was only 2.5km, but stopping to look at the ground (hoping and hoping to see sundews) and take pictures made it seem like 10 miles.

A mound of red, star-shaped moss with green feathers standing upright is ideal habitat for the carnivorous sundew, but there aren't any here.

Sphagnum moss, Sphagnum capillifolium (in the taxonomic division Bryophyta), is common in bogs.

Shore pines look a bit like Dr. Seuss trees in places - no branches and a puff of foliage at the top.

Shore pines, Pinus contorta, may not look like much, but they can be hundreds of years old. They have adapted to the nutrient-poor soils and can tolerate salt spray from the ocean.

Fingers of bog reached into the cedar forest. We’d be in cedar forest one moment and bog the next, then back to cedar forest, and ≪BA-ZING≫ bog. No sundews anywhere.

These two orange mushrooms stand on a rotting, mossy log. They appear to be dancing with each other, mushroom tango.
This mushroom is peeking out from its mossy blanket to see who might be coming by on the trail. It's tucked away, not wanting to be obvious in its curiosity.

The trail descended steps to a rocky spot with beautiful shells. We backtracked on the Nuu-chah-nulth trail to Florencia Bay. A couple of people surfed in the bay while we wandered the beach. The area is a feeding ground for seabirds, and we came across various dead but beautiful sea creatures, including starfish and an octopus.

Upside down pink octopus, naked among the rocks and shallow water, tentacles up.
Perfect star, purple stippling, tiny-grained black sand.

For dinner, we went to a resort in Ucluelet off the main street. We arrived and couldn’t find a place to park. More vehicles were in the lot than in the entire town it seemed. Was it possible that locals lived here? Inside, more people sat in the lounge than we’d seen anywhere the previous days combined, and all the men wore ski caps and plaid shirts. Had we teleported into an alternate reality when we entered? We sweet talked our way to a table at the restaurant, surprised that we needed a reservation given how empty the town and park were.

The restaurant was busy but not crammed. We asked where the people had come from, and our server shared that there had been 58 check ins that night and all the guests in the restaurant except us were from Vancouver, BC. Dinner was delicious – I had coffee crusted venison – and we shared a poached pear with chocolate sauce for dessert.

Coin-sized medallions of seared meat rest atop beets, brussels sprouts, and parsnip puree.
Artfully arranged dessert - spiral cut poached pear, ceramic cup of chocolate, a spoonful of vanilla ice cream with a dried circle of pear atop and toffee clusters scattered on the black plate.

Make time to just be.

We woke to a rainy Saturday and were happy to go nowhere beyond the main street for food. We enjoyed leisurely breakfast at Heartwood Kitchen where I asked everyone about sundews. No one knew about them, but Chef shared that there were a number of foragers in town who made a living hunting mushrooms.

The rain wasn’t a storm, but it didn’t matter. I was grateful that we had the opportunity to stay somewhere that was a perfect fit for our vacation desires, and the Airbnb was ideal for down time (I wrote for a while, took a sauna, said hello to a neighbor kitty who came by.).

Saturday’s rest day spilled into Sunday as I kept my virtual crafty date with friends. During breakfast that morning, Chef recommended we have dinner at Long Beach, a resort on the way into Tofino. “Walk the beach and watch the sunset,” he said.

Long Beach was busy but not crowded. We’d heard that Ucluelet was more rustic than Tofino, and from the maps I’d received at the Pacific Rim Visitor Center, I could see that there were more water-based activities than Ucluelet. Quite a few people were surfing at Long Beach and some even dared walk into the water without a wet suit (and they walked right back out after a dunk).

We had a perfect spot in the resort dining room to watch the sun go down. A gorgeous conclusion to our adventure.

Expansive beach, golden sun, people on the beach playing, watching.

Biking to Ucluelet or Tofino and other car-free considerations

The drive from Nanaimo to Ucluelet and Tofino is gorgeous. It also goes over the mountainous middle of the island (think upside down V). As scenic as the drive is, it didn’t look like a friendly pedal option (read other opinions that confirm my assessment on biking from Nanaimo to Tofino). You can get around Vancouver Island without a car, but pay attention to the seasonality of transit and shuttle services. Here are some additional resources about car-free travel from Tourism Victoria. Also note there is some major road work on the highway near-ish the Ucluelet-Tofino junction, so be prepared for travel delays and riding on gravel if you plan to pedal.

A map showing travel options from Seattle to Ucluelet.

Ferries to Vancouver Island depart Washington state in the U.S. from Port Angeles, Seattle, and Anacortes. In British Columbia, Ferries depart from Tsawwassen and Vancouver.

Amtrak train service accommodates bicycles (reserve ahead when you book your fare) and stops in:

  • Seattle, convenient for accessing downtown’s Victoria Clipper

  • Mt. Vernon, the nearest stop to Anacortes

  • Bellingham, the nearest stop to Tsawwassen

  • Vancouver, BC, the nearest stop to Vancouver’s Horseshoe Bay ferry departures

Heidi squats down in the tree cave although there is plenty of room all around her. She comes alive spending time in nature.

Tree caves like this are the long process of baby trees growing up on nurse logs and the nurse log disappearing (over many, many, many years).

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