Event Date: 
Monday, July 22, 2019
10:00am - 2:00pm

If you're interested in hiking, mountain biking, social media, tourism, camping, backcountry adventures and exploring our beautiful province, then this is the workshop for you.

Free, all welcome. Limited spaces available. 

REGISTRATION REQUIRED: Please contact Sandra at

Fernie really does have it all when it comes to summer adventures with your kids. Here are three (or four) of my personal favourites that are a little off the beaten track.

Sometimes you don't know what you need inside your soul. That is, until you're yelling out lyrics to Robyn's Show Me Love circa 1997 while wine-drunk, and on your way to a pool overlooking a vineyard.

This winter, add some magic and memory with something that few of us choose to do in the winter – picnic!

There is an otherworldly place just outside of Fernie. In this place, water carves its way out of the earth, and over geologic timespans, creates a massive hole in the side of a mountain. At this interface, darkness intermingles with light effortlessly to create an entirely separate ecosystem from the surroundings.

Devon Island Part

The sun was still bright as we set up camp, under the watchful eyes of near by Muscox. They ran around us to gain the ridge above camp, where they held their position all night. Occasionally giving us a grunt to let us know we were on their turf.

A year ago, fresh from a backpacking trip and with a new perspective on life, I moved back to Fernie. The last time I lived here I was so eager to leave that returning left me wondering how I would feel; jumping from Vancouver and the foreign countries of Central America to a small town, I could only think of the stark contrast between them, and I was afraid I would encounter – among other things – boredom.

In fact, the very opposite happened. I found myself needing more time to do the things I wanted to do and to explore the places I wanted to explore.

We’re halfway up the snowshoe trail on Castle Mountain and I’m certain I’m wearing more layers than I need. Long johns, sweatpants, wool sweater, jacket; I feel like the Michelin Man tromping around in a pair of duck feet. I am not a practiced snowshoer, and lack the smooth style of the others—friends who speed ahead with expertise. They aren’t fidgeting with their snowshoe straps and tripping over their own feet in the snow.