4 months ago, my boyfriend, Rich(ard), planned a surprise trip for the B.C. Day long weekend. He was careful as to not let me in on any trip details other than the fact that we’d be taking several buses and a ferry. Being geographically challenged, that meant nothing to me (and he knew that as well). He knew that I would still have absolutely no clue about where we were going and said that he would not tell me until at least a day before. So, 4 months later, it turns out that we’d be going to Roberts Creek in Sunshine Coast!
(I still had no idea where that was.)
I’ve heard of Sunshine Coast, but have never been. Since he just came to Canada a little over a year ago, neither has he, so he decided it’d be nice to have a little adventure out of town during our long weekend. On the Friday of that long weekend, I met up with him after work and we both took the bus to Horseshoe Bay for the ferry.
We arrived at Langdale, B.C. around 8:00 pm and took another bus from the ferry terminal to where we were staying. I’ve lived in two fairly large cities my whole life (Vancouver, and occasionally, Hong Kong) so it was really interesting to see the drive through Sunshine Coast. Passing through Gibsons and Sechelt, I realized how tiny and concentrated commercial buildings were. There would be an area of small shops, which then transitioned into town homes and houses. The roads sort of reminded me of a village in Tai Po, Hong Kong where my grandparents live. Both consist of hill-y roads and trees, with occasional bus stops scattered around the area.
Around half an hour later, we finally got to Roberts Creek and headed towards the micro-cabin Rich had reserved.
It was a really tiny but adorable cabin amongst rest of the houses in a very quiet neighbourhood. I’ve never stayed at anything like that – the bed and a reading nook were built approximately 6 feet off the ground. Due to a lack of space, verticality was used to ensure every nook and cranny was utilized efficiently.
Upon our arrival, we found a note addressed to Rich on the table. The owner had kindly left us milk, eggs, and beer brewed from Bowen Island to enjoy. The cabin was smaller than what I’m normally used to, but was incredibly homey at the same time. Since I don’t spend a whole lot of time in the house during vacation, the main concern I had was whether or not the bed was comfortable. So I quickly climbed up to test it; it was so comfy. Rich couldn’t stop praising the bed and claimed it was much better than the ones we have. *insert eye roll*
Because we were pooped by the time we got to the cabin and it took around 20 minutes to walk to the convenience store, cafe, and restaurant, we decided to have some snacks Rich had brought and called it a night.