Here's an intro to Refuge Cove

For the next two months, my brother and I will be inhabiting the basement of a large house overlooking Refuge Cove, BC. Refuge, (affectionately known as Refuse Cove), is a very small settlement tucked away in the nook of an island three ferries and a speed boat away from Vancouver city. To give you an idea of how small it really is, I would dare you to tell one person a secret. Within a matter of hours, that secret would have bloomed into a garden of stories and the entire population of the cove would have heard one or two versions. At least you'd have the reassurance that your secret was never told in it's original format and was still safe in a sense.
Downtown Refuge is comprised of a laundromat with a washroom and showers, the General Store, a book shack that used to be the burger stand, and a cafe. There are several cabins scattered through the woods and perched on cliffs overlooking the water owned by the co-op members and a few hermitish folk escaping the clutches of "civilized society". Though most of the inhabitants of the cove live far apart, almost all enter the central hub of activity to fill up on gossip and beer at least once a day. With a year-round population of under ten and a summer census counting just under forty, we are pretty much out in the boonies. Aside from millionaire tourists and the occasional escape mission, we are cut off from the rest of the world. Most of our days are surrounded by moss, ferns, water, woods, boats, docks, locals who are local in every sense of the term, tourists, liquor, gossip and fungus.

We both worked here two years ago so I guess that counts as fair warning, but here we are again, trapped on the island, doing odd jobs and working for the general store. I'll do my best to capture the "charm" of this place in the following posts.