Luxe Beachside Resorts
These beachside getaways entice from both sides of the border.
April 20, 2015
I do like me some miles of trackless strand, shorebirds in the swash, not a soul in sight. Not always easy to find, but locally we’re blessed with (admittedly chilly) beaches of awesome beauty. Six hours west, including ferry, will get you to the end of Hwy 4 and Tofino. Six south, and you’re into Oregon — Cannon Beach, specifically, that weekend destination for Portlandians who still drive. Both locales offer mammoth stretches that, outside high season, are splendid places to play chicken with ocean rollers. True, they’re similar — tourist dependent, steeped in history, en route to nowhere — but in the end one major difference decided the contest.
Cannon Beach, Oregon
PLAY Six-and-a-half kilometres of townside sand draw 750,000 visitors a year. The heart is state-protected Haystack Rock, a hulking megolith just south of Main Street, made all the more dramatic because if you stand anywhere nearby and look out to sea, next stop is Japan. Dune stretches invite contemplation of the infinite — just as well, because actual beach services are few. Pick between sand tricycling (but don’t), chilly surfing, and days of self-guided hiking on the beaches and through the nearby parks (Oregonstateparks.org). Chief among them, 1,023-acre Ecola State Park (just off Hwy 101) is the southernmost coastal spot explored by Lewis and Clark. With 15 kilometres of beach and tide pools, it’s a nature bonanza.
STAY The region’s charm is in its sun-faded Americana of (mainly family) motels off a main drag big on novelty Ts and ice cream parlours. The Stephanie Inn (2740 S. Pacific St., 503-436-2221; from US$460 a night) is the glorious exception. Its 41 rooms are pretty (those with spacious decks overlooking the beach are killer), and hospitality means afternoon wine in the library, catered s’mores on the beach by moonlight. For families (the Inn is ages 12 plus), the same group owns downtown’s Surfsand Resort (148 W. Gower Ave., 800-547-6100).
EAT The Inn will shuttle you into town, but pickings are lean. Fultano’s Pizza (200 N. Hemlock St., 503-436-9717) is fine, and there are steakhouses and fish ’n’ chips stands. Town boasts one seasonal distillery (closed when I visited); instead, head north to Astoria, location of The Goonies and Fort George Brewery (1483 Duane St., 503-325-7468). Summers, Inn chef Aaron Bedard will take you to the downtown farmers market (Cannonbeachmarket.org), introduce you around, then cook up your finds for that night’s dinner.
Tofino, British Columbia
PLAY A generation ago, Tofino was another end-of-the-road summer draw. No more. With 16 kilometres now protected as the Pacific Rim National Park Reserve (Pc.gc.ca), it welcomes 750,000 visitors (most in warm months) each year. Hiking trails and self-guided interpretative walks are everywhere. After an obligatory cartwheel down the closest beach, drive south toward Ucluelet and the Nuu-chah-nulth Trail, with 2.5 kilometres of hushed forest tracks from Wickaninnish Beach to pristine Florencia Bay, home to an 1861 shipwreck and terminus of the West Coast Trail ($8 park admission). Then it’s time to get wet. Year-round, hit the waves with local standard-bearer Surf Sister Surf School; daily group lessons (625 Campbell St., 877-724-7873, from $69) will get you into the chuck and — hopefully — up on a longboard. For the more sedentary, stick to a guided boat tour (Browningpass.com) with Capt. Mike White, a Tofino lifer (and former Coast Guard) who will tour, and storytell, you around the nearby islands in search of bear and wolf sightings.
STAY The Wickaninnish Inn (500 Osprey Ln., 800-333-4604) — a four-star Relais & Chateaux on North Chesterman Beach — is Tofino luxury HQ; with two buildings (and a third in the offing) it has grown impressively alongside the town. (Owner Charles McDiarmid, on site every day, remembers clearing the scrub for his folks before construction began.) The rooms are West Coast royal, the hand-adzed architecture stunning, the views from the storied round dining room peerless. Less known but equally indulgent is Pacific Sands Beach Resort (1425 Pacific Rim Hwy, 800-565-2322) on adjacent Cox Bay. No onsite amenities, its 77 suites and beach houses (ranging from family utilitarian to just-married indulgent) are the launchpad for area adventures — though the lobby does sell frozen Vij’s curries, and continental breakfasts can be delivered. Views from the master bed of the 1,350-square-foot beach houses (from $430 a night) are immensely restoring.
EAT Sorry, Cannon Beach. Your sand is soft, your vistas sweeping. But Tofino’s fine-dining options — all year — are next-gen. Lunch is fish tacos from the original TacoFino truck, or equally delicious Wildside Grill in the same plaza as must-visit Chocolate Tofino (the housemade gelato is exemplary) and the Tofitian Café (1180 Pacific Rim Hwy). Note: everyone shuts early to surf. Dinner, your options are massive. Sobo (311 Neill St., 250-725-2341) recently revamped its space; the menu is still top-flight on local produce and proteins intelligently prepared. Reservations essential. Shelter (601 Campbell St., 250-725-3353) has a more après-surf vibe with actual locals at the bar and our surf sister waiting tables. (It’s part-owned by Cactus Club’s Richard Jaffray, and feels it.) But dinner at The Pointe at the Wickaninnish Inn is the ultimate option. Surrender to wine flights, inventive nigh-molecular cooking, and the utter relief of knowing you’ve hit the end of the road, and it’s nirvana.
Cannon Beach (550km)
Take I5 to Olympia, then dogleg west. Or head to Portland, then tack back on Hwy 26. I elected to fly to Portland (Alaskaairlines.com), rent a car, then come back by Amtrak.