Fortunately, I got lucky with the weather. While it rained in the evenings, the days were mostly dry, allowing me to enjoy the trail without getting soaked. Each morning brought a fresh start, with mist rising off the forest and the scent of damp earth filling the air. Sitting with a warm cup of oatmeal and coffee, I would watch as the mist would slowly clear and the spectacular views would appear, which were incentive enough to get the day started. It was a magical experience that made the effort worthwhile.

One of the most rewarding aspects of the hike was witnessing the incredible wildlife along the way. I spotted whales just beyond the shoreline, birds soaring overhead, and even a few wolves and bears peeking through the trees. Each encounter felt like a reminder of the wild beauty surrounding me. The North Coast Trail is truly more than just a hike; it’s a test of endurance and a chance to connect with nature in its rawest form. I was fortunate enough to embark on this adventure with a larger group of 9. Without the distraction of the internet and cell connection, I felt I could truly commit to the experience which varied from thoughtful conversation about future career prospects to silly, non-consequential discussions about the best types of chips.

The North Coast Trail presented some of the most challenging terrain I have seen, but I would absolutely do it again. This was my first time exploring the North end of Vancouver Island and not only did I enjoy the nature, but I also cherished meeting locals and exploring the various small towns. If you’re looking for a challenge that offers both remote camping, beautiful beaches, and the thrill of seemingly-endless mud, I highly recommend this trail!

Of course, it wasn’t all smooth sailing. On the last day, we had some unexpected encounters with curious cubs, reminding us of the wildness surrounding us. Other wildlife encounters included hearing cougars (and seeing their tracks) as well as seeing whales, seals, and sea lions in the ocean.

Meeting fellow hikers, especially the seasoned ones, was also a highlight. Their stories of past adventures fueled my own sense of exploration, giving plenty of recommendations for future trips. Despite the remote location, the trail was impressively maintained, with even the pit toilets surprisingly clean. This is, of course, thanks to diligent workers mainly from the local native bands. Their commitment to the land is second to none and their stories even more impressive.

The West Coast Trail challenged, transformed, and ultimately left me grateful for the untamed beauty and camaraderie it offered. I would absolutely do it again and am looking forward to seeing how the trail evolves as time passes.