Cumberland
When family visited recently, we played tourists with them, our destination was the nearby historic mining town of Cumberland. This tiny town, 10 minutes from Courtenay,
Older homes along the approach from the old Island Highway offer a picturesque approach that opens into a sloping valley surrounded by mountains. This leads right into town and becomes the main street, with its' clapboard facades and frontier feel. Fortunately, this charming rusticity includes cafes where one can get a decent frappucino, sushi, or (East)Indian Food. Thus, fortified, we wandered the several blocks that constitute the downtown core. This being a Sunday, most of the quaint stores and shops were closed.The museum was open, and we stumbled in, thankful for its' dim coolness. The charming young man behind the counter seemed surprised to see us. Resisting the lure of black licorice "coal" candy, we pushed on, drawn to explore the warrenlike rooms, covering two floors, containing everything from vintage women's undergarments to war memorabilia. The children ran ahead, tapping at the keys of an ancient typewriter, gawking at the massive iron lung used to treat victims of black lung, and spending ever so long running back and forth in the dusty atmosphere of the realistic coal mine created in the bunker-like atmosphre of the basement, which contains an actual cave.Upstairs, we adults watched movies documenting the history of the town, it's ebbs and flows of immigrant labour and sickness, buildings and fires.At one point the largest Asian population outside of San Francisco lived here, and jewel toned silks and richly lacquered furniture, leave a colourful reminder in the glass cases that line the walls.
When the coal dried up, during the Depression, the town did too, Courtenays' poor little sister languished for decades. Recent years have seen a renaissance, a celebration of the towns geography. Mountain bikers have discovered the many old logging roads and created new trails. The hardcore sports enthusiasts who are drawn to Mt. Washington year round come to stay at the local hostel. The local pub attracts homegrown and specialty talent. There is a great vintage store on the main street, and the necessary antique stores. If you tire of poking about in the shops there are walks to mine sites, and of course beautiful Comox Lake, just at the edge of town.
When family visited recently, we played tourists with them, our destination was the nearby historic mining town of Cumberland. This tiny town, 10 minutes from Courtenay,
Older homes along the approach from the old Island Highway offer a picturesque approach that opens into a sloping valley surrounded by mountains. This leads right into town and becomes the main street, with its' clapboard facades and frontier feel. Fortunately, this charming rusticity includes cafes where one can get a decent frappucino, sushi, or (East)Indian Food. Thus, fortified, we wandered the several blocks that constitute the downtown core. This being a Sunday, most of the quaint stores and shops were closed.The museum was open, and we stumbled in, thankful for its' dim coolness. The charming young man behind the counter seemed surprised to see us. Resisting the lure of black licorice "coal" candy, we pushed on, drawn to explore the warrenlike rooms, covering two floors, containing everything from vintage women's undergarments to war memorabilia. The children ran ahead, tapping at the keys of an ancient typewriter, gawking at the massive iron lung used to treat victims of black lung, and spending ever so long running back and forth in the dusty atmosphere of the realistic coal mine created in the bunker-like atmosphre of the basement, which contains an actual cave.Upstairs, we adults watched movies documenting the history of the town, it's ebbs and flows of immigrant labour and sickness, buildings and fires.At one point the largest Asian population outside of San Francisco lived here, and jewel toned silks and richly lacquered furniture, leave a colourful reminder in the glass cases that line the walls.
When the coal dried up, during the Depression, the town did too, Courtenays' poor little sister languished for decades. Recent years have seen a renaissance, a celebration of the towns geography. Mountain bikers have discovered the many old logging roads and created new trails. The hardcore sports enthusiasts who are drawn to Mt. Washington year round come to stay at the local hostel. The local pub attracts homegrown and specialty talent. There is a great vintage store on the main street, and the necessary antique stores. If you tire of poking about in the shops there are walks to mine sites, and of course beautiful Comox Lake, just at the edge of town.
