From what we’d heard, Tofino, around halfway up the west coast, was the prime destination to check out for wind and surf. On meeting-up with our new buddy Tom, we mentioned it and he was like, “Oh that’s about an 8 hour drive from here – but I can get you there in 45 minutes”. We loaded-up the plane, hopped-in, and took-off. Tom gave us the grand tour, flying over rainforest, gorgeous hills, swooping over a sweet looking place for windsurfing called Nitnat Lake, then up through the Pacific Rim of Islands, above the Juan de Fuca straight and onwards to Tofino.
When I think of Tofino, I think of the end of the west coast road. Trees, nature and pure raw beauty. For me it seemed like a cold, slightly-more-modern Baja. There’s a big pristine shoreline with very little habitat around. There wasn’t any wind so we went looking for bears in the woods. Luckily we didn’t find any. After a short surf session and a poke around, we headed back home with another coastal run in the Mooney.
