Not just a lodge. A place where souls rest, fires crackle, and eagles echo through valleys.
This poem is our story, whispered in verse:
Chilko Lodge
By mountain’s breath and river’s song,
Where eagles cry and bears belong,
There stands a lodge by Chilko’s shore,
A haven wild, forevermore.Its timber walls hold quiet grace,
A peaceful, rugged kind of place.
The lake reflects both sky and soul,
And fly lines dance with nature’s goal.The fire burns as twilight nears,
With laughter soft and clinking beers.
A refuge deep in untamed land,
Where time moves slow, and hearts expand.So here beneath the pine and sky,
Let worries fade, let spirits fly.
At Chilko Lodge, the wild is near—
A perfect peace, year after year.
Summer 2025