Ahhhhhhh, MATE! She’s beaut and blossoms over here in the Alberni Valley. You haven’t been here, yet…?! Well, holy Haliburton, git yer silly self over The Hump and across town to the Fat Salmon before the season is a mere memory.
All things lovely are what we are made of, here, at The Fat. Mornings filled to overflowing with fresh java and hot tea, lazy days spent hiking & tramping & kayaking & diving & biking & tubing the Mighty Stamp, serene evenings peppered with idyllic sunsets seen best from the back deck whilst sipping on a Vancouver Island microbrew. Yeah, really, we DO live like this.
Did I forget to mention the sockeye salmon run? Forgive my manners, won’t you, please? The Pacific salmon are running at break-neck speed up the Alberni Inlet, past the hostel, through the fresh waters of the Somass River, all the shockingly lengthy way up to Stamp Falls. Impressive, they are. Tired, too, I imagine. Their spawn doesn’t last too particularly long, so you best come see them now. And, those who don’t make it all the way to their egg-laying grounds, make fine eating, if we do say so ourselves. Our BBQ is a testament to the awesomeness of the grilled salmon.
Had a ukelelee master in the hostel for the past three nights, so nightly entertainment has consisted of Lorraine on the strings and whatever sidekicks we could bribe to rock the neon green hula hoop in accompaniment. It has been rad. Randy Newman’s got nuthin’ on Ms. Forrester, although, truth be told, the ukie is no piano, eh? Angus acts as a sometimes percussionist, but that sways with bedtimes.
Thunder in the Valley is quickly approaching and if you know not what it is a go on about, get thineself here. You will not regret having a gander. It’s weird, it’s wonderful, it’s strictly Alberni Valley, tell you what.
Call us. Make a reso. We’ll do the rest.
Zoom zoom zoom, we’re going to the moon.