Sometimes I come across a beautiful place and I am instantly enraptured by it. A place like Pender Island, which I wrote about a few weeks ago, is so obviously beautiful. The mountainous island is covered in a blanket of foliage, and where the land meets the sea is full of hidden treasures, and then there is the sea itself, full of power and mystery. It’s all right in front of you, wherever you look.
But sometimes a beautiful place might be somewhere you least expect it. Maybe it’s a little more subdued, and maybe even hidden behind closed doors. Such is the case with the Rolla Pub in Rolla, BC. Rolla is about 30 min north of Dawson Creek, BC, in the heart of northern British Columbia. We’ve driven through Dawson many a time while travelling between Prince George and Peace River, but we had never stopped in the area. When Patti, the owner of the Rolla Pub, invited us to play we thought it would be a great opportunity to stop in a new town and break up the long drive from Prince George to Edmonton.
When we got to the Rolla Pub on Rolla Road, we were a little surprised by the dilapidated building, but as soon as we came inside, we were greeted by an amazing collections of photos, artifacts, toys (including almost every Ninja Turtles toy ever created), and more that exuded so much character! When we met Patti, I realized that she loves connecting with people and hearing their stories, and that having people feel welcome in her establishment is the most important thing. She values community and supporting the arts, and all of these qualities are so evident from the moment you walk in the door. It was really neat to walk through the tiny bar looking at all the photos and knick knacks and wondering about their stories and the people behind those stories.
The Rolla Pub has been a watering hole for the local folk and for tired travellers for many years, and it’s amazing to see what kind of history has accumulated in such a tiny place, and at the bottom of it all, to see how we’re all connected.
It was a good reminder that beautiful places are not always so obvious. Sometimes you have to drive to isolated towns on dirt roads to find a place with great heart.
Thanks for having us, Patti, and I hope we can come back again soon!
Until next time,