Revelstoke has been on my mind for more than a year and a half now. I’ve been wanting to get out of Vancouver for some time - the traffic, the crowds, the lack of community, the housing prices, it’s all too much. Revelstoke seemed to tick all the boxes on paper - small but not cabin-fever-small, a thriving outdoor community, and a good dash of tourism in there so I can still find a job somewhere. But without ever going there in person, I could just be making this mountain town into a big ol’ fairytale daydream town of magic and snow.
So I decided to do a little trip there.
I did a 43 km thru-hike in the 3 days before Revelstoke for work, getting back to the car at 3pm. Then a few hours later, we started the 6 hour drive to Revelstoke. We got in at midnight, packed our overnight bags, and went to bed. 7 hours later, we were up and out the door on our way to another overnight hike.
Backcountry huts are a favourite of mine when the weather starts to turn because it offers a cozy refuge from the snow and wind. Plus, the Australian boyfriend had never been to a backcountry hut before.
Another great thing about backcountry huts is the people you meet there. Usually it’s a bit of a crowded cabin, but this time it was just Michael, another Australian, who joined us up there. We talked for hours, well into the night, and he woke up for sunrise with us as well and braved the gale force winds and -5 degree Celsius temperature.
We came down from the hike happy, tired, and giddy with the luck we had with the weather. A soak in the hot tub at our cabin, a hearty dinner, and a 12 hour sleep in the comfiest bed ever and we were right as rain again. The next day, we checked out the town of Revelstoke, sitting in cafés while the rain poured down. Everyone was wearing toques and flannels. There were 4 outdoor retailers within a few blocks. People seemed to see their friends everywhere.
Yep, this place is everything I thought it was and more.