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“Camping takes on a whole new light when you simply discover the right kind of tent,” writes Isobel King, of The Age Traveller. “Something the size of a marquee, with proper floorboards, a big double bed, pot-belly fire, toasty rugs, plump sofa, his and her ensuite and private deck takes the rough edge off camping.”
King’s talking, of course, about the five-star, Mother-of-Glamping, Clayoquot Wilderness Resort, which reopens this month (May through September). Tucked deep in the heart of one of the America’s last great wildernesses – the Clayoquot Sound – the region became the epicenter of controversy between the logging industry and environmentalists during the 1990s.
It was Clayoquot’s own John Caton who negotiated purchase of the land (on which the resort now occupies ) from a logging company, and wife, Adele, who had the idea of the glamp tents. Today, the unique combination – of original logging roads carving a path through the forest and high-end glamping tents — make Clayoquot an unparalleled outdoor adventure.
On my first visit, I had read, researched, and spoken with others who’d spent time at the resort. But flying in low, by sea plane, hovering above endless green forest and turquoise glacial lakes, I was unprepared for the sheer beauty and peaceful solitude that defines a vacation here.
Days are simple, yet extraordinary. Each morning, I awoke from under my cushy duvet, took a steaming mug of coffee onto my deck and simply breathed air – so fresh, so pure, so holy that if possible to bottle it and breathe it daily, we’d all be healthier beings as result. Later, after a light (for me, but hearty is available) breakfast, I’d choose my day’s activity: whale chasing? Horseback riding? Salmon fishing? Spa treatments?
During my stay at Clayoquot, I saw bears (not in my glamping-tent, fortunately) but in the wild. I saw whales breaching and eagles soaring. I watched sea lions and rode the most beautiful horses, clopping softly under towering pines. I sat in front of roaring fires and toasted marshmallows with other families (yes children are welcome). And I ate amazingly fresh (as the air) cuisine. During my stay at Clayoquot, I became a camper – a “pampered camper” as King calls it. My kind of camping…
What We Love: The fine china and crystal, Persian rugs and fantastic wines in our Prospector-style, glamping tent.
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