I rolled into Nelson on a warm Friday morning, welcomed by a mix of fresh mountain air and the unmistakable aroma of roasted coffee. First stop? Oso Negro Café. The line was already moving through its courtyard garden, and with good reason.
I grabbed a cold brew and a brownie (don’t skip the brownie), and found a shady spot under the trees. Just like that, I was in Nelson’s rhythm – unrushed, creative and quietly confident.
To get the lay of the land, I headed up Pulpit Rock, a short but steep hike that starts just outside of town.
Within 30 to 40 minutes, you’re high enough to see the entire valley, the town hugging the lake, and the forest rolling out in every direction. I kept going to the Flagpole, a more challenging stretch, but worth it for the solitude and bigger views.
Brunch came courtesy of Full Circle Café, a cosy spot with hearty, veggie-forward bowls and friendly service. My yam-and-egg combo topped with green goddess hollandaise hit the reset button after the climb.
With the sun out in full force, I headed to Nelson Kootenay Lake. It was quiet, calm and forest-fringed, and the perfect place to cool down with a kayak stroll and a brief nap under the pines.
Back in town that afternoon, I took my time wandering along Baker Street – Nelson’s bustling main drag. It’s all vintage signage, quirky storefronts and people chatting on sidewalks like they’ve known each other for decades.
I slipped into Backroads Brewing Co., a small taproom with a cosy, cabin-like interior. You can bring your own food, which some folks had done, pairing takeout tacos with a flight of small-batch ales.
Dinner that evening was at Broken Hill, a beautifully restored taphouse that felt like an old-west saloon met a hip smokehouse.
With 24 rotating B.C. beer taps, smoked meats and solid vegetarian options, it hit all the right notes. I tried a maple porter and shared brisket sliders with a couple I’d met at the brewery earlier. It was that kind of night – easy, social and a little smoky in the best way.
For a low-key finish, I wandered up to Gyro Park. The city lookout gave me one last panoramic view as the sky softened into sunset. Locals sat on benches or passed guitars around. No one seemed in a rush to get anywhere.
READ MORE STORIES ABOUT THE B.C. KOOTENAYS
Day 2 – bikes, beers and lakeside slowdowns
I started Day 2 with an espresso from John Ward Fine Coffee, a quieter, more tucked-away café that feels like a downtown secret. Strong coffee, buttery pastries and a front window perfect for people-watching.
Then it was time to hit the dirt. Nelson has a deep mountain biking culture, and I rented a trail bike for a few hours at Morning Mountain. I stuck to Fairly High, a mellow cross-country loop with just enough climbing to get the heart rate up and enough flowy descent to make it worth it.
After working up an appetite, I went full comfort food at Torchlight Brewing, a small but mighty nano-brewery with a rotating tap list and a menu that includes burgers, tater tots and other glorious post-ride carbs.
Sitting out on the patio with a refreshing pale ale, I listened to two locals debate the best swim spots in town.
That led me to Kokanee Creek Provincial Park, a wide, sandy beach where the creek flows into the lake. Families had set up camp chairs and umbrellas, kids waded through the shallow water, and the smell of sunscreen and lakewater filled the air.
I swam, stretched out in the sun, and watched a hawk circling lazily above the trees.
Dinner that night was at Cantina Del Centro, a bright and buzzing taco spot known for its margaritas. I grabbed a seat by the open windows, ordered a couple of tacos al pastor and a grapefruit-jalapeño margarita, and just soaked up the energy.
Not ready to call it a night, I strolled over to Mike’s Place Pub in the historic Hume Hotel. A classic Nelson hangout with pool tables, dark wood booths and a deep list of B.C. craft beers, it’s the kind of place where people come to play darts, unwind or make plans for their next backcountry trip.
The Nelson way
Nelson doesn’t try too hard – and that’s exactly why it works. It’s a town that gives as much as you’re willing to let it.
In 48 hours, I’d hiked mountain trails, swam in glacier-fed lakes, biked dusty paths and sampled some of the best food and drink in the Kootenays.
But more than anything, I felt like I’d stumbled into a lifestyle – a slower, more intentional one, built on good conversation, good coffee and time well spent.
Next time, I’ll stay longer. Or maybe just not leave.
Plan your adventures throughout the West Coast at westcoasttraveller.com and follow us on Facebook and Instagram @thewestcoasttraveller. And for the top West Coast Travel stories of the week delivered right to your inbox, sign up for our weekly Armchair Traveller newsletter!